Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

Shit... Vanessa, what is it? aw, fuck ... Labor.

in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of agitated seeds
Half the waste themselves prior to Commencement
So I focus on the Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe
They sold impression, waste infections
And steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, I've thrown long Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures synthetic fabrics
Life treats the like
tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist
When the strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine team players
For the of it
Under a dusted angel Big Brother is watching
My odometer like to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase
We on some now
Order ten dollars or more, shove it down your throat for free
sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can baby fat
the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, a move break cannon
Bent 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on it's never been
bleeding well
It's bigger a breadbox
It my leaky finance
take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of
To watch a thousand lemmings just because
The one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my
Just another bastard
Someday you'll all eat out of my hand
'cause dog has its day
At which point, I'll it away

Now we the American working
Hate the fact that eight a day
Is wasted on the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our
But we hate jobs in
That have to do with fighting our own causes
We the working population
Hate the day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting
By paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it dope

Rock]
It's the year of the
I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts
Elevate the spreading of the germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is
Nah brother, it's the year of the
Saddle up on horse
My torch forced embarrassed
Shackle up the by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new
I just my legacy matches
It's the of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men water
out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox to fuck their daughters
Man the year of the Orphan
Seated to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a
Maybe it's the year of the
Cockroach utter thug
response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this I'm in
I've been the object of ridicule
You've been a lieutenant
God it's the year of the employee
Spitting forty a week
And trying to earth on my off time
You dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you you won
EVERYBODY!

We the American population
Hate the fact that eight a day
Is on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not our jobs
But we jobs in general
That have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working
Hate the to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be ourselves
By being paid to perfect the
That we have harbored based on the fact
That it makes us smile if it dope

[Aesop
outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of and
Yawn and and my life is a mess and
If I never it home today, God bless
outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of and
Yawn and stretch and my is a mess and
If I never it home today, God bless