Luyện nghe bài hát Offbeat Bare-ass

Any different people can to drop the funk
It's not a country club review board talkin' junk
Many people would have it others go out and it
trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk

I put it in a and kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the
When we're on the road rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage up

I will tell a cop that I know my rights
And we can match wits all for real he said if I had nothing to hide
of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride man
No uh, I'd really rather you didn't and no we don't have hidden

We stood there for a I continue to decline
Firm, I didn't my mind
I didn't let him break me he's just another
Not a bit of in what we were doin' that day

He make us stay we had our shit together
It don't whether we sport the dreadlocks or the shaved head
Or if we a sticker from the Dead
I a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse
Last I keep an even keel and bow in place
And face the music minute

could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't
Oh by now I'm chill with it bare-ass in my
I'm okay but Chad's 'Uh-uh, no he isn't'
So I to hear him get loose with the

Fartin' all over my face my tummy
He with my flow although I thought it funny
I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more bud
But that wouldn't do me shit 'cause then he'd fuck me up
Crazy ill and rude but I'ze a real cool dude
He didn't believe the day come when he would get his too

But one day right in front of his face I got him
He looked over said, "God get me some water"
The one time I hadn't till I got mine
Smeared his nose with my armpit slime
So you get it the picture how sick we were then
But before I jet, "Hey yo Chad my finger man"
Oh that's right

I can see a lot of who feel like I do
I can see a lot of people who feel like I
I go on step lightly even I'm heavy
High the slumps open up for the Revy Horton Heat
Sweet what am I displayin' forgot I was saying
I know I must be laying a you got a gripe

the way I get high graffix bong sing along with a cry of a
Mandatory for a crime with no victim
When knows jail terms should be picked in
Order of the pain that 'cause
Do what thou shall be the whole of the laws

Until you violate the rights of
Respect the space of your and your brother
The war on may be well intentioned
But it falls fucking flat when you stop and
The overcrowded prisons where a gets paroled
To make room for a dude who has a pound of weed
To me that's a crime here's to good people doin' time

yeah
Bare-ass
Bare-ass
yeah