Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold the Hawaiian Islands of creation
Mass
With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the

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

Shit it's a 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 the lord I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt slang's the game and I poontang
It's the county all league pimp selection
Bobby B's on the mix the vinyl injection
I went from sinner to Saint, back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo home and bitch made me dinner
Rolled a couple pinners and I up in her
It's the D, the L-O-C
Can't nobody fuck with me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the "A" for anarchy

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' the front
And when on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
My minds always 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 kickin' funk

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

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

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

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

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

Scratch pow, ask me how
if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how
Take that! Let's fishbowl this
the time? It's time to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, to the clip
Now the roach is lit, right to my lip
Inhale, hold it deep
Orange County horny back on the fuckin' creep!