Luyện nghe bài hát 54

Kill that cat, watch me kill cat
If your girl, I'm lookin' at
Then me kill that cat

I cunts like these, with underground disease
In they yearly spots, spawn a million MC's
They used to go to shows, dance get high
Then you click the mic the whole wanna rhyme

In '92 I let the outta Alex
Through college radio the fist, fuck the love ballads
demons in my ad libs, fun triplin'
Vomit good shit, go feed off Christians

Red light in the Lincoln, from drinkin'
The in my eye can explain the thinkin'
While I lay behind a of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I evaporate my whole state

Plus when Cage ripped in on the concrete
Screamin', "That's my running down the street"
The undead, in gun lead
Liposuct' a fat bitch out her box with one jab

Inject tiger serum, I hear 'em, who?
Alex with the loaded thirty-oh-two, 'cause

is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid said, "Oh, you dead"
And the fifty-four stitches he caught in his head

This is for the clowns, I with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four
With two to the face, I'm a face
With fifty-four to outer space

I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a up
With green Jesus, get in I'll drive you to
Humanoid pause, before God, cyborg dogs after me
these rhymin' Sigmund Freuds for the cause

Your life's a waitin' room for worms
occurs, you see Venus in furs
With out facin' Earth, avenge my sixteen
Your old talk to pistols like Starscream

My whole story lost on a wall in marker
66 more for Clive Barker
With a little message, for real research
Can you who the faggot DJ is?

My anti-commercial will curse you
Say fuck so much, my airplay's like
To third shift chemists, the senate scarred
Start killin' all the livin' like the guards

You communism buyin' majors so dub
Watch me put two rocks in Kurt Loder head,

is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid said, "Oh, you dead"
And the fifty-four that he caught in his head

is for the clowns, I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four
With two to the face, I'm a basket
With fifty-four seconds to outer

The undead, red light in the
For Cage, ripped, in half on the
Screamin', "That's my spirit runnin' the street"
Runnin' down the street, runnin down, down the street