Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

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

Shit it's a good 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 slang's the game and I bangs
the first county all league pimp selection
Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo home and bitch made me dinner
a couple pinners and I went up in her
It's the capital D, the
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 yeah we're like a blunt
My minds always trippin' so you know I can not
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 what's my
Pig sniffin' like Toucan Sam
WHAT? BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I fuck the police I'm an old school skater
Roll aside the curb, peace and say later
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 in red hair
Saint Dog started so you better beware
Well I got so much you can feel my vibration
access for easy penetration
What's all this 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 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 indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk

Now the I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I more hits than Tonka
Light you up blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee
We're the bong tokin' fiends 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 going out to the Krew
Damn that old, wearin' ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, size that just
But I don't give a my rhymes make me legit
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
Punk rock and I can't cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
Suburban Noise, man I you knew
And if you're down punk rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes we're through with an old deep brew
West coast juggalos hoodie hoo

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

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