Luyện nghe bài hát My Hippy

Now I'm goin to sleep again,
let's this to a never ending evening.
"Pants his ass how did he get in?"
Good karma, I'm on the end.
growing up like Mr. Pan,
bumpin old school the shows on TV Land.
I'm warmin up but I don't a fan.
You aint down with Rasta? My gosh, hasta la man.
Cuz I aint this "grade A" out for nobody,
you can do you do just don;t do nothin to my party.
I'm already a in favor, also a savior
I got my own flavor, I don't do it nothin like neighbor.
But I'm sure you that,
impossible to keep a secret if you rap.
Better not do that, give me every and make it juicy.
tell the world about the movie, how you livin thoughtfully,
how you it so groovy, let em let em know.
IF YOU SEE ME IN CITY SAY "WHAT'S UP MY HIPPY"
I SMOKE. "KILLY".
ALL WE DO IS ROLL PULL UP TO A DIFFERENT TOWN
WINTER, SUMMER, STORMIN, WE STILL GOT THE WINDOWS
AS A MUTHA FUCKA.
All we do is around, pull up to a different town.
People yelling "Hallelujah!", yeah they lovin the sound.
The radio's Great Depression soon be ending,
once I leave my on adolescence,
I'm just your like the text that you sending.
i said i meant it, i need no edit.
I get it, I get it. it, I don't need any credit.
forget it.
What was I
Somethin bout my
Cool.
(don't act like you see us now.)
(we're back!)
(it's lookin like again my hippy.)
IF YOU SEE ME IN CITY SAY "WHAT'S UP MY HIPPY"
I SMOKE. "KILLY".