Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Another Owl

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

Who be the ones steppin in the
Everybody welcome to the temple of
Back, let me see ya fat indo
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
to the fat bags full of chronic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello everyone, Im Loaded
here at Hemp TV, with Cypress hill in Amsterdam
And were just here listenin' to new album
Im stoned, Im outta here, goodbye