Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of
Mass
With the Kottonmouth Kings up the nation

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through
And we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt
My minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot
We're the King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or
Southern Cali kickin' psychedelic funk

Shit a damn good day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, pays for my
Got a new Paramax, for the taxes
And for the plenty the lord I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
slang's the game and I bangs poontang
It's the first all league pimp selection
Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl
I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner
Took your woo home and that bitch me dinner
Rolled a pinners and I went up in her
the capital D, the L-O-C
Can't nobody fuck with me, (hell no)
My style is free, I the P
I tag the circle "A" for

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the
And when we're on stage yeah we're like a blunt
My always trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, psychedelic funk
on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper me over, asked me what's my plan?
Pig sniffin' like Toucan Sam
WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now bacon on the van
I fuck the police I'm an old school skater
Roll the curb, throw peace and say later
Got a vibe like that fool Darth Vador
Told you motherfuckers I'm an old skater

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you there
I got a bag of bud in red hair
Saint Dog drinking so you better beware
Well I got so much you can feel my vibration
Easy access for easy
What's all this talk a generation?
the plant
Lets free nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this

Don't watch your back we're comin' through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' a blunt
My minds always so you know I can not front
We're the King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

Now the kind I is dipped in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I more hits than Tonka
you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee
We're the bong tokin' fiends O.C.
Oh oh oh oh I'm back up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of
Your is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Kottonmouth
Damn that gets old, wearin' that don't fit
Dirty beaters, size that just quit
But I don't give a my rhymes make me legit
Board's in my hands as I through the pit
Punk and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Suburban Noise, man I thought you
And if you're down with rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes comin' through with an old deep brew
West coast sayin' hoodie hoo

Don't watch your cause we're comin' through the front
And when we're on stage smokin' like a blunt
My minds trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali kickin' psychedelic funk

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't you any how
Take that! Let's this bitch
the time? It's time to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the
Now the roach is lit, goes to my lip
Inhale, hold it real
County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!