Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

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

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

Shit it's a damn day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, for my dank
Got a new Paramax, money for the
And for the plenty herb the lord I do

Boom, shit, bang, X is the
Dirt 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 from to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I huff paint
Took your woo home and that bitch me dinner
Rolled a couple pinners and I up in her
It's the D, the L-O-C
nobody even fuck with me, (hell no)
My is free, I bangs the P
I tag the "A" for anarchy

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

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

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

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

Now the kind I is dipped in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than
Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin' a bee
We're the bong fiends representin' O.C.
Oh oh oh oh shit I'm up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of
bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Krew
Damn gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
wife beaters, size that just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me
in my hands as I bail through the pit
Punk rock and I forget cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the
Suburban Noise, man I you knew
And if you're down with punk rock, your horns up fool
Yes we're comin' through an old deep brew
coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo

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

Scratch pow, ask me how
Even if I knew I tell you any how
that! Let's fishbowl this bitch
What's the time? It's to get lit
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, to the clip
Now the roach is lit, right to my lip
Inhale, it real deep
Orange County horny back on the fuckin' creep!