Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold the Hawaiian Islands of creation
plantation
With the Kings burnin' up the nation

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

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 I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt slang's the game and I bangs
It's the first county all league pimp
Bobby B's on the mix the vinyl injection
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took woo home and that bitch made me dinner
Rolled a pinners and I went up in her
the capital D, the L-O-C
Can't nobody even fuck me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the "A" for anarchy

Don't watch your back cause we're through the front
And when on stage yeah we're smokin' like 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 kickin' psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig sniffin' around like Sam
BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I said the police I'm an old school skater
Roll the curb, throw peace and say later
Got a dark vibe like that 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 in red hair
Saint Dog drinking so you better beware
Well I got so much you can feel my vibration
Easy access for easy
What's all this talk a generation?
the plant
Lets free nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this

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

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

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the
And when we're on stage we're 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
Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Scratch pow, ask me how
Even if I knew I tell you any how
Take that! Let's fishbowl this
the time? It's time to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the
Now the roach is lit, goes to my lip
Inhale, hold it real
Orange County horny back on the fuckin' creep!