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 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, ya wanna
Give me when I put the flame on ya
Homie Im the one the shotgun in the closet
to the fat bags full of chronic

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

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

From the west coast to the coast
be braggin
But , Im the one who be puffin
First it started with the nickel, the dime
the twenty, spendin up all my money
Now, I roll the nelco
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
Light it up, put your spliff up in the air

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

I spark another owl
I wanna another owl
Do you wanna spark another
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
Im talkin' about the joint

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

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

Hello everyone, Im Loaded
Were here at Hemp TV, Cypress hill in Amsterdam
And were just here to their new album
Im stoned, Im outta here, folks