Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through
And when we're on stage yeah we'll ya like a blunt
My minds always trippin 'so you know I front
the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or
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 herb the lord I do

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 with the vinyl
I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo home and that bitch made me
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 comin' through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a
My minds always trippin' so you know I can not
We're the Kottonmouth Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

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

I'm so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there
I got a bag of bud in red hair
Saint Dog started drinking so you better
Well I got so much bounce you can my vibration
Easy for easy penetration
What's all this talk a generation?
Legalize the
Lets this nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. this nation

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the
And when we're on stage yeah smokin' like a blunt
My minds always trippin' so you 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 kind I 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 shit I'm up in the mix
Its D-loc the grab bag of tricks
Your is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Krew
Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that fit
Dirty wife beaters, that just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes me legit
Board's in my hands as I bail the pit
Punk and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Noise, man I thought you knew
And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up
Yes we're comin' through with an old deep
coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

Don't watch your back cause we're through the front
And 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
on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk

Scratch pow, ask me how
Even if I knew I tell you any how
Take that! Let's fishbowl this
What's the time? It's 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 County horny back on the fuckin' creep!