Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

Don't watch back cause we're comin' through front
And when we're on yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt
My minds always '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, 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 slang's the and I bangs poontang
It's the first county all league pimp
Bobby B's on the mix 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 made me dinner
Rolled a couple and I went up in her
It's the D, the L-O-C
nobody even fuck with me, (hell no)
My style is free, I the P
I tag the "A" for anarchy

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

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

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party 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 bounce you can my vibration
Easy access for penetration
all this talk about a generation?
Legalize the
free this nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. this nation

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

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

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

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