Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

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

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

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

Puto, dont ya be steppin, with ya open
me "Can I get a hit of what tcha smokein"
I aint got no of love for a brother
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 muthafuckas bout smokein blunts

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

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

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

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

Yea, the ways of the Buddah mastas
me to the temple of boom
I see people startin to understand the point
When Im about the joint

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

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

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