Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of
plantation
With the Kottonmouth Kings up the nation

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

Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the
Gas in my tank, for my dank
Got a new Paramax, money for the
And for the plenty herb the lord I do

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt the game and I bangs poontang
It's the first county all league pimp
Bobby B's on the mix with the injection
I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner
Took woo home and that bitch made me dinner
Rolled a couple and I went up in her
the capital D, the L-O-C
Can't even fuck with me, (hell no)
My style is free, I the P
I tag the circle "A" for

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

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my
Pig sniffin' like Toucan Sam
BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon 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 that fool Darth Vador
Told you I'm an old school skater

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

Don't watch your back we're comin' through 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, psychedelic funk
Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' funk

Now the kind I smoke is in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more hits Tonka
Light you up blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee
We're the tokin' fiends representin' O.C.
Oh oh oh oh I'm back up in the mix
Its with the grab bag of tricks
bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is out to the Kottonmouth Krew
that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, size that just
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me
Board's in my hands as I 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 horns up fool
Yes comin' through with an old deep brew
West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

Don't watch your 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
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or
Southern Cali punks kickin' funk

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