Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma understand me
Daddy never cared
Fuck the
I've their test
I guess life ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, said your you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to the stage

One in a million, a in one
A reeking havoc, but I don't carry a gun
Only a so I can rock the stage
Don't got a beeper But I gots to some page up dope ass lyrics
my imagination
Smoked out the officer on my
caps in the balls of this generation
I flip this phat verse with no
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bomb bud
Goin' everlasting cycle, the of the dankest don't get no sweeter
My boy B-Dub a motherfuckin' tweaker
a ganja man, that's the way it goes
2 turntables always at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really
Fuck the rest, I've their test
I life just ain't fair
A man done told me, said your ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to rock the stage,

Kottonmouth made of horny devils, psycho rebels
Bitch turn up the
We be heard because we speak the truth
Yo we Rob Harris in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, 'cause that's the
We miss Rob Harris in the DJ
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the of speech
A freedom to blaze, a to reach
New plateaus are a away
2 joints in the then I'm A-OK
I smoke two joints in the
Get the then I mix the OJ, ok

I said my don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their
I guess just ain't fair
A man done told me, said your ways you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the
Never have herbs 'cause I'm broke
had a job, probably never will
That's right Saint Dog, we da of the hill
I'm Saint Dog never me trippin'
Never gun grippin', 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the life of me, me booze, blunts, broads
And tap all three
I got a German with an irie flow
red in the face 'cause I bucked your hoe
So now bro? You know we told ya so
We got more game L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got ears a monkey
My boy Dog is a hip-hop drunkie
DJ Bobby B the tracks that are funky
If you really must know I my green bud skunky

I said my momma understand me, Daddy never really cared
the rest, I've failed their test
I guess just ain't fair
A preacher man told me, said your ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to rock the