Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

watch your back cause we're comin' through front
And when we're on stage we'll smoke ya like a blunt
My minds always trippin 'so you 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 day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, for my dank
Got a new Paramax, for the taxes
And for the plenty the lord I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt slang's the game and I poontang
It's the first county all league selection
Bobby B's on the mix with the injection
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to
Once was a preacher, but I huff thinner
Took your woo home and that made me dinner
a couple pinners and I went up in her
It's the D, the L-O-C
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 back cause we're comin' through the
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 blunt, indo, swag, or
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper pulled me over, asked me 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 peace and say
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 over here, you over there
I got a bag of bud smothered in red
Saint Dog started drinking so you better
Well I got so much bounce you can feel my
Easy access for easy
all this talk about a generation?
Legalize the
Lets free nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free nation

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

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in 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 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 gets old, wearin' ties don't fit
wife beaters, size that just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes me legit
in my hands as I bail through the pit
Punk and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
Noise, man I thought you knew
And if you're down with punk rock, throw your up fool
Yes we're comin' through an old deep brew
West coast juggalos sayin' hoo

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

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