Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

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

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt the game and I bangs poontang
It's the first county all league selection
Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl
I went from sinner to Saint, back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I huff paint
Took your woo home and that bitch made me
Rolled a pinners and I went up in her
It's the capital D, the
Can't nobody even fuck me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the circle "A" for

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

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 and say later
Got a dark vibe that fool Darth Vador
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school

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 so you better beware
Well I got so much bounce you can my vibration
access for easy penetration
What's all talk about a generation?
Legalize the
Lets free nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this

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

Now the kind I smoke is in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more 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 with the grab bag of tricks
Your bitch is on my dick, your is too
And this is going out to the Kottonmouth
Damn that gets old, ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, size that just
But I don't a shit my rhymes make me legit
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
rock and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
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 brew
West coast sayin' hoodie 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 trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Scratch pow, ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't 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, goes to my lip
Inhale, hold it real
County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!