Luyện nghe bài hát 15 Minutes to Live

without making a at one hundred miles per hour,
except for a hiss but that's it,
the 65 covers more ground than forests,
the only man known to turn boys to tourists.

I the JVC Force and MC Shan,
but upon dreams and fractured memories.
I've factored and syrums into this equation.
I hold up one to another and ask 'is nothing sacred?'
I've seen the movie and read Alice in wonderland.
make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my twenties officially,
or react with initially.
I'm dead to the world right now my promises,
but at least I'm honest it.
got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal,
I'm feeling for something
I'm listening for a pistol.
three sheets to the and I'm using clouds for pillows.
I wanna holes in the sky.
I'm in with the nomad and I miss my mother badly,
I was a sideways baby, always be.
to start the party you're probably gonna have to kill me.
I can't be held accountable, so I pass the blame,
besides I live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life be happy and peaceful.
protecting the veterans scorching rookies
and trusting my faith fortune cookies.
red right, left

to the door mats.
I'm looking right now,
I gotta more hats.
new is my beginning and is my life,
few are my winnings, is my wife.
I chained chances while hippies
do acid rain dances right in of me.
I want my hair cut, I want my back,
I a moustache damn it.
I stand with my feet shoulder apart,
the horizon at waist level,
looking and at a red faced devil.
some I'm Kurt Rambis, sometimes I'm Vincent Gallo.
I might as well play in the since it's shallow.
keep my real name out of your mouth I'm present,
life can get very for the saboteur.
uh oh, I'm dancin myself again.
fun with the right music.
you like to be me other people are looking.
red right, left,

surprise,
silence death,
science life,
until there's giant people left.
this is for the losers, is for canadians,
is for my sister, this is for paladians.
some people say that just he was
in '72 and likes to listen to ozzy osbourne
that he belong to the circling standard,
that too self indulgent, that's why people abandoned him.
sometimes I feel all I've got is my stuff,
but I'm not a rat, I'm an archivist.
the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro hundred hobo,
advanced student,
truck, race car, submarine, snowmobile,
aero plane, steam roller, speedboat, you the deal,
I the streets with a customized wheel barrow.
sometimes the only way out is narrow,
and so seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
ya look!
what do you do is the lone in a world of pirhanas.
if you can't 'em, cheat 'em.
what end of the stick I'm on.
ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and TV screen?

four legs good, two bad,
four good, two legs bad.

who experience when you have potential.
but still I like to see the judge's credentials.
you're only as good as you look, I'm told.
red right, left,

famous or nameless, it be?
cover your mouth when you cough, who
all fashion is making me sick,
my son is a star, my a model,
drinking expensive of water.
may make your grandchild a princess,
sometimes I feel like my life has gone to
and all I got is this t-shirt.
I preach to the converted and burgers for a living.
kill kill,
no more for me, I'll let it slide,
the same way I slide the surface,
I'd go and join the sideshow
if I weren't pleased and wanted to be and taunted.
all confetti and rice particles,
trophies and articles,
at the end of my haired and calloused conquest,
I'm not gonna a shit about the palace contest,
there's too trees to climb, too many bees to find,
too many to be, too many faces to see,
I all switches, and rip all stitches,
I hate always to wait.
making whose into a, late breaking news story
every day, my music for the words,
red right, left,

my growing needs coincide with seeds.
I think ahead to the future, and invest my wishes,

half the time I do what I do for the of symmetry,

I'd rather conjure spirits imagery,
I'm a to the done mc,
I'm the I'd have fun mc,
instead of the a gun mc,
all I am is one mc,
I love hip hop like most love god,
you can my perspective,
but don't my motive,
rap's a load of crap now,
Mr. Dibs save the day
I'll make your day out of doh,
wait, give me a beat from
wait happened to lips,
you can't prove your the truth,
you can't hurry like you can't escape jury duty,
four seven one six,

I've done that nobody noticed,
no one knew it was me it,
and since no one the mission decay,
I'll sit in the lotus position and pray,
I to goodness,
I draw strength an unfinished scribble,
I cast thrown away to an interesting pattern of shadows.
to a kitten or a smoke ring.
lament the bird the broke wing,
the bike with the tire
as I wait for my soul to fire.
I swung at bad and robbed men of extra bases.
I am the result of selection.
if you like in my bag check my actual collection,
I've got records that were meant to be,
lent to me by men from other dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd your skin,
breaks that would cause your to spin.
matching jackets for the twins,
brand new shoes I cruise around the block
and find the tree,
rockwell you know it's me,
my is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact,
and precious,
the difference is what you can on to
what holds on to you,
red right, left,

this here is a skin song
represents a symbol of my individuality
and my belief in freedom,
i have a box for everything,
at night you can see my for a mile,
this i think i'm gonna lay low for a while,
with increasing i'm seeing ghosts
on the especially,
these useless crews with freshly squeezed juices,
see how quickly things go from to unwanted,
you ask
why all the histeria about reading certain
simple really.
it pretty much down to
being no excuse for laziness.
no use for craziness.
you should be right now.
it's strange how one kid grow up to harvest corn cobs
while another choose to perform odd porn jobs.
under one roof,
where do you draw the line when you even have a pen.
what happens when you have an for everything,
how fingers, heads or tales.
try when you rhyme, you'll like it,
a break.
going proves nothing.
i wish i had some of magic key ring finder.
i've got a standard SDA and a three binder.
in on this,
i'll put twenty bucks on the
you see him first,
in which case i to be reimbursed.
ask your daughter to dance before i water the plants.
red right, left.

hip hop in the fetal position
in the corner of a room no windows,
but not why i'm doing this.
just a few years ago i thought i invented hip hop,
my surprize.
now i'm my girl the art of juggling the beats
and tonight before bed when we in the sheets.
there's a struggle in the streets and i care less.
if you said i was sheltered that be a fair guess
i work with words for a living, they pay very well,
but i can wear what i want and to music.
the is topsy turvy.
god hates red meat, god weird people,
i prefer to be one on one solely,
even if unhealthy, even if it's unholy.
i see eyes cut, and listen to tongues wag,
i my records to the contest in a scum bag.
my eye, crippled my ass,
haven't you ever of triple bypass.
it's you call a website.
i've been driving with a burnt out headlight,
you'll have to me.
when i wise just laugh to amuse me.
who me, a do me a favor,
like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head.
each and every gets a year's supply of hominegrits
red right left.

saving loot for a bathing
how to stop this topless dancing
what is it with FBI conspiracy stuff
body images turning women into space creatures
augmenting face features, newly breasts
to other women when they get undressed
every guy i know would take Betty over Kate Moss any day
so really no need for the weight loss any way
just as long as healthy and wise
better in the pockets and wealthy inside i always say
will be boys, boys will be girls
until all this confusion the whole world
hate me because i'm beautiful
hate me because i'm at everything
I'm
maybe i be showing my hand
but so far everything's as planned
red white left

the second coming of christ be downloaded
just an dinner thought
who can afford these mid life
heavy snow, traffic, grid lock, panic attacks
the classic for the roman clatholic
and as the masses tip their hats to legend Tim Horton
i focus my on something more important
i'm talkin Wendell
who here flys the plane
ohh my miserable
i hate walking away an event having learned nothing
did i give the what they want?
not if TV are any indication
should i cater to those who and go broke
i keep my thoughts to myself or
should i call them as i see
a man without
every day is
science is the
what are you of
the world to gabulon
not the

uncle climax, my first words were curse
red right, white

johnny rockwell, full scale male
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stinkin rich, everything the kitchen sink
red right, left

achilles, king of the old hilbillies
red right, white

murphy, why you lookin at me funny
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dj critical, pioneer of the frontier
red right, white

the sebutones, the minds behind the full lines of exotic
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buck 65, language artist
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