Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

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

Zoom in to the fuming of an breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated
the patients waste themselves prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that it breathe
They sold impression, waste infections
And steps to lesson
Cretins tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, stubborness
Martyrs talks money causes in a Spartacus
And so on, thrown long Hail Mary bombs
cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants
They tried to fuck his woman he slept inside
they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team
For the of it
Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is
My odometer buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, stamps, and briefcase parts
We on door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down throat for free
sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one "Gimme that"
So we can retain fat
Make the biter snake
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped
Make a move, pause, make a break cannon
Bent 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on like it's been
bleeding well
It's than a breadbox
It corrodes my finance
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn
a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand plummet just because
The first one
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing little question marks
I tend to underestimate my
Just bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my hand
'cause dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it

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

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It's the of the silkworm
Everything I built burned
Let's display the purpose that these serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk
to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the of the jackal
Saddle up on horse
My torch forced embarrassed
up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought new sneakers
I just hope my legacy
It's the year of the
Dry as sand, parched, get these men some water
They're out there being
In meaningless so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the sign of a threat
Maybe the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug
response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still with this mess I'm in
been the object of your ridicule
You've a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid
Spitting plus a week
And trying to earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you you won
EVERYBODY!

We the American population
Hate the that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of that isn't us
And we may not hate our
But we jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own
We the working population
Hate the nine to day-in day-out
But rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to the pasttimes
we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds

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