Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian of creation
Mass
With the Kings burnin' up the nation

Don't 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
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or
Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Shit it's a damn day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, pays for my
Got a new Paramax, for the taxes
And for the herb the lord I do thank

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 vinyl
I went from sinner to Saint, back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo home and that made me dinner
Rolled a pinners and I went up in her
the capital 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 we're comin' through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're like a blunt
My minds always so you know I can not front
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or
Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig around like Toucan Sam
BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I fuck the police I'm an old school skater
aside the curb, throw peace and say later
Got a vibe like that 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 smothered in red
Saint Dog started drinking so you beware
Well I got so much you can feel my vibration
Easy access for 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.. this nation

Don't your 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, psychedelic funk
Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than
you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like 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
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 make me legit
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
rock and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Suburban Noise, man I thought you
And if you're down with rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes we're comin' with an old deep brew
West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

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

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I I wouldn't tell you any how
Take that! Let's fishbowl bitch
What's the time? It's to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, to the clip
Now the is lit, goes right to my lip
Inhale, hold it real
Orange County horny back on the fuckin' creep!