Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my don't understand me
Daddy never cared
the rest
I've failed their
I guess just ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to the stage

One in a million, a in one
A stoner havoc, but I don't carry a gun
a microphone so I can rock the stage
Don't got a beeper But I gots to some up some dope ass lyrics
my imagination
Smoked out the officer on my
Bustin' caps in the of this generation
I this phat verse with no hesitation
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the sugar bud
Goin' cycle, the dank of the dankest don't get no sweeter
My boy B-Dub ain't a motherfuckin'
He's a ganja man, the way it goes
2 turntables always at shows
Hey B, how does your bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

I said my momma understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their
I life just ain't fair
A preacher man done me, said your ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to rock the stage,

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho
Bitch turn up the
We wanna be heard we speak the truth
Yo we miss Rob in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, 'cause that's the
We miss Rob Harris in the DJ
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the of speech
A freedom to blaze, a freedom to
New plateaus are a high
2 joints in the morning then I'm
I two joints in the morning
Get the then I mix the OJ, ok

I my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their
I guess life just fair
A preacher man done told me, said ways you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to the stage

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the
Never have herbs 'cause I'm broke
Never had a job, probably never
That's right Saint Dog, we da kings of the
I'm Saint Dog never find me
Never gun grippin', 40 sippin'
is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads
And I'll tap all
I got a German with an irie flow
red in the face 'cause I bucked your hoe
So what now bro? You know we ya so
We got game that L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a
My boy Saint Dog is a hip-hop
DJ B gots the tracks that are funky
If you really know I grow my green bud skunky

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never cared
Fuck the rest, I've their test
I guess life ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And my time to rock the stage