Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

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

Who be the steppin in the room
Everybody to the temple of boom
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 with the shotgun in the
Next to the fat bags full of

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

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

From the west to the east coast
be braggin
But , Im the one who be puffin
it started with the nickel, then the dime
Then the twenty, spendin up all my
Now, I roll with the
the pound in the pad smokein up the indo

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

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

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

Yea, stroll the of the Buddah mastas
Brings me to the of boom
I see people everywhere to understand the point
When Im talkin' about the

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

Yeska, pound weed, the crypt
The tide, the Afgani
The Meefrakan, the
The skonka, the bad sense

Hello everyone, Im Kurt
Were here at Hemp TV, Cypress hill in Amsterdam
And were just listenin' to their new album
Im stoned, Im here, goodbye folks