Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is from the Hawaiian Islands of creation
plantation
With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through
And when we're on stage yeah smoke ya like a blunt
My minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or
Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk

Shit a damn good day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, for my dank
Got a new Paramax, money for the
And for the plenty herb the lord I do

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt slang's the and I bangs poontang
It's the first county all pimp selection
Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl
I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I huff paint
Took your woo home and that bitch me dinner
a couple pinners and I went up in her
It's the capital D, the
Can't even fuck with me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the circle "A" for

Don't watch your back we're comin' through the front
And when we're on yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
My minds trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or
Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig sniffin' like Toucan Sam
WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now bacon on the van
I fuck the police I'm an old school skater
Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over
I got a bag of bud smothered in red
Saint Dog started drinking so you beware
Well I got so much bounce you can my vibration
Easy access for easy
What's all this talk a generation?
Legalize the
Lets free nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. this nation

Don't watch your back cause we're through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' a blunt
My minds trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or
Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more than Tonka
Light you up like blanca, get u like a bee
the bong tokin' fiends representin' O.C.
Oh oh oh oh shit I'm up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of
Your is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Krew
Damn that old, wearin' ties that don't fit
wife beaters, size that just quit
But I don't a shit my rhymes make me legit
Board's in my hands as I bail the pit
Punk rock and I can't cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
Suburban Noise, man I thought you
And if you're with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes we're through with an old deep brew
West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the
And when we're on we're smokin' like a blunt
My minds always so you know I can not front
We're the King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' funk

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I tell you any how
Take that! Let's this bitch
What's the It's time to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the
Now the roach is lit, right to my lip
Inhale, it real deep
Orange County horny devils on the fuckin' creep!