Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

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

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

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
slang's the game and I bangs poontang
It's the first county all league pimp
Bobby B's on the mix the vinyl injection
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo home and that made me dinner
Rolled a couple pinners and I up in her
It's the D, the L-O-C
nobody even fuck with me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the circle "A" for

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

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper pulled me over, asked me my plan?
Pig around like Toucan Sam
WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's on the van
I said fuck the police I'm an old skater
Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old skater

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

Don't watch back cause we're comin' 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 Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than
Light you up like blanca, get u like a bee
We're the bong tokin' 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, ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, size just quit
But I don't give a shit my make me legit
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
Punk and I can't forget 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
coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

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

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