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 steppin in the room
welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo
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 the shotgun in the closet
Next to the fat full of chronic

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin bout that marijuana, bout the sense
Talkin bout the kind mota boca
Maui, lugers of
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 Loaded
Were here at TV, with Cypress hill in Amsterdam
And were here listenin' to their new album
Im stoned, Im here, goodbye folks