Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian of creation
Mass
With the Kottonmouth burnin' up the nation

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

Shit it's a damn day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, for my dank
Got a new Paramax, for the taxes
And for the plenty the lord I do thank

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

Don't watch your cause we're comin' through the front
And we're 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, psychedelic funk
on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali kickin' psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig sniffin' around 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, throw peace and say
Got a dark vibe like that fool Vador
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old skater

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

Don't watch your 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
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie
factory, I take more hits than Tonka
Light you up blanca, get u buzzin' like 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 is going out to the Kottonmouth Krew
Damn that gets old, wearin' ties don't fit
Dirty beaters, size that just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me
Board's in my hands as I bail the pit
Punk rock and I forget cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
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 brew
West coast juggalos sayin' hoo

Don't watch your back cause we're through the front
And when we're on 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 kickin' psychedelic funk

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't you any how
that! Let's fishbowl 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!