Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

Once again the of the herb open up the mind
deep inside, tell me what you find, come on

Who be the ones in the room
Everybody welcome to the temple of
Back, let me see ya fat sack
And get weeded, somebody, need it

Mari-juana, mari-juana, don't ya
Give me love I put the flame on ya
Homie Im the one the shotgun in the closet
Next to the fat bags full of

Puto, ya be steppin, with ya hands open
Askin me "Can I get a hit of tcha smokein"
I aint got no kind of love for a
Who comes to the party, no Bud

I be this, indo-blazin, funk Buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now talk about the hooter
Up until the of 91
Wasnt no muthafuckas bout smokein blunts

From the coast to the east coast
Everybody be
But , Im the one who be most
it started with the nickel, then the dime
Then the twenty, up all my money
Now, I roll the nelco
With the pound in the pad up the indo

Just take a deep breath, hit it then it to the left
Keep the mutha fuckin
it up, just puff it up, oh, yeah
Light it up, put your spliff up in the air

Do you spark another owl?
Do you spark another owl?
spark another owl
Everybody spark owl

I wanna another owl
I wanna spark owl
Do you wanna another owl?
Do you spark another owl?

Yea, the ways of the Buddah mastas
me to the temple of boom
I see people everywhere startin to the point
When Im talkin' about the

Talkin bout marijuana, talkin bout the sense
bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, lugers of
The Mexican greenba, cheeba, yall

Yeska, humble weed, the crypt
The tide, the Afgani
The Meefrakan, the
The skonka, the bad breath

Hello everyone, Im Loaded
Were here at Hemp TV, with Cypress hill in
And were just here listenin' to new album
Im stoned, Im outta here, goodbye