Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

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

Zoom in to the of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated
the patients waste themselves prior to Commencement
So I on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, waste
And steps to lesson
Cretins tippy 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 Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled fabrics
Life treats the like
They tried to fuck his woman he slept inside
they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the strikes nine
I'll be waking the best of routine caffiene team players
For the of it
Under a dusted heartstring Big Brother is watching
My like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase
We on some now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my tendencies
For pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can baby fat
Make the snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break
Bent barrel 1-8-0, U-turn, end it
It's on like it's been
It's well
It's bigger than a
It corrodes my finance
take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just
The first one
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing little question marks
I tend to my average
Just another savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my hand
'cause 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 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 American working
Hate the day-in day-out
When we'd rather be ourselves
By being to perfect the pasttimes
we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us if it sounds dope

[Aesop
It's the year of the
Everything I built burned
Let's display the purpose that stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is
Nah brother, it's the year of the
Saddle up on high
My torch Polaris embarrassed
up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought new sneakers
I just hope my legacy
the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men water
They're out there slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't to bother
And can sit and the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never or met
But all are trained to murder at the sign of a threat
Maybe the year of the waterbug
utter thug specimen
Your response, of your next of kin
I'm still with this mess I'm in
I've been the of your ridicule
You've been a bitch
God it's the year of the underpaid
Spitting plus a week
And to rape earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you you won
EVERYBODY!

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

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