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 agitated seeds
Half the patients waste prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half made it breathe
sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to
Cretins swiftly toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs talks causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, I've long Hail Mary bombs
cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants
They to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're chasing perfectionist emblems
When the strikes nine
I'll be with the best of routine caffiene team players
For the of it
Under a dusted heartstring Big Brother is watching
My odometer buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase
We on door-to-door now
Order ten or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn
For copper pennies for one "Gimme that"
So we can retain fat
Make the snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle brain headroom shaped planet
a move, pause, make a move break cannon
Bent 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on like never been
It's bleeding
It's than a breadbox
It corrodes my leaky
I'll take my seat atop the Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet because
The one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing little question marks
I tend to my average
another bastard savage
Someday all eat out of my cold hand
every dog has its day
At point, I'll pull it away

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

[Aesop
It's the year of the
I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose these stilts serve
Elevate the of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I in is dead
Nah brother, the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high
My torch forced Polaris
Shackle up the by the dooming legend marriage
I some new sneakers
I just hope my matches
It's the of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some
They're out being slaughtered
In wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the of the Orphan
adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a
Maybe it's the year of the
utter thug specimen
Your response, of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with mess I'm in
I've been the object of your
You've been a lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid
Spitting forty a week
And trying to rape earth on my off
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself enough
So you can run run run
And let you think you won
EVERYBODY!

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

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