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 through front
And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a
My minds trippin 'so you know I cannot front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, psychedelic funk
on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Shit it's a damn good day, got in the bank
Gas in my tank, pays for my
Got a new Paramax, money for the
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 first county all pimp selection
B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
I went from to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I huff thinner
Took woo home and that bitch made me dinner
a couple pinners and I went 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 circle "A" for

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

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig around like Toucan Sam
WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's 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 fool Darth Vador
Told you 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 in red hair
Saint Dog started drinking so you better
Well I got so much you can feel my vibration
access for easy penetration
What's all this talk a generation?
the plant
Lets free this
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this

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

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than
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 the grab bag of tricks
bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is out to the Kottonmouth Krew
Damn that gets old, ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, size just quit
But I don't give a my rhymes make me legit
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
Punk and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Suburban Noise, man I you knew
And if you're down with punk rock, throw your up fool
Yes comin' through with an old deep brew
West coast sayin' hoodie hoo

watch your back cause we're comin' 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 Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali kickin' psychedelic funk

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't you any how
Take that! Let's this bitch
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 devils on the fuckin' creep!