Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

Don't watch your cause we're comin' through front
And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya a blunt
My always 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 money in the
Gas in my tank, pays for my
Got a new Paramax, money for the
And for the plenty herb the lord I do

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

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

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
aside the curb, throw peace and say later
Got a dark vibe like that Darth Vador
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school

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

watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' a blunt
My minds 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 kickin' psychedelic funk

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

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

Scratch pow, ask me how
if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how
Take that! Let's this bitch
the time? 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, hold it real
County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!