Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

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

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

Mari-juana, mari-juana, ya wanna
me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie Im the one with the shotgun in the
to the fat bags full of chronic

Puto, ya be steppin, with ya hands open
Askin me "Can I get a hit of 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, it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the of 91
Wasnt no muthafuckas talkin bout smokein

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

Just take a breath, hit it then pass it to the left
Keep the mutha stress
Smoke it up, just it up, oh, yeah
Light it up, put your spliff up in the air

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

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

Yea, stroll the ways of the mastas
Brings me to the temple of
I see people everywhere startin to the point
When Im about the joint

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

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

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