Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

Once again the powers of the herb 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, everybody it

Mari-juana, mari-juana, don't ya
me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie Im the one with the in the closet
Next to the fat 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 love for a
Who to the party, with no Bud

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

From the west coast to the east
Everybody be
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
With the in the pad smokein up the indo

take a deep breath, hit it then pass 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 wanna spark owl?
Do you spark another owl?
Everybody spark owl
Everybody spark owl

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

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

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

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

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