Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Islands of creation
plantation
With the Kings burnin' up the nation

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

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

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt the game and I bangs poontang
It's the county all league pimp selection
B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
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 "A" for anarchy

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

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

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

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

Now the I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I more hits than Tonka
Light you up like blanca, get u like a bee
We're the tokin' fiends representin' O.C.
Oh oh oh oh I'm back up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of
bitch 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 me legit
in my hands as I bail through the pit
Punk rock and I can't cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Suburban Noise, man I thought you
And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up
Yes we're comin' through with an old deep
West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

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

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