Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

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

in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of agitated seeds
Half the patients waste themselves to Commencement
So I focus on the Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe
They Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to
Cretins tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, I've thrown long Hail bombs
cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he inside
they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team
For the of it
a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase
We on some now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your for free
sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain fat
Make the biter snake
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break
Bent 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on it's never been
bleeding well
It's than a breadbox
It corrodes my finance
I'll my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just
The first one
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question
I tend to my average
Just another bastard
you'll all eat out of my cold hand
'cause dog has its day
At which point, pull it away

Now 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 hate in general
That don't have to do with our own causes
We the American population
the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd be supporting ourselves
By being to perfect the pasttimes
That we have based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it dope

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It's the year of the
Everything I burned yesterday
Let's the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the 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 forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend
I bought new sneakers
I hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the
Dry as sand, parched, get these men some water
out there being slaughtered
In wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck daughters
Man it's the of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a
Maybe the year of the waterbug
Cockroach thug specimen
Your response, dreaming of your of kin
I'm dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the of your ridicule
You've been a lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid
Spitting plus a week
And trying to rape 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 population
Hate the that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the of someone that isn't us
And we may not our jobs
But we jobs in general
That don't have to do with our own causes
We the American population
Hate the nine to five day-in
But we'd rather be ourselves
By being paid to the pasttimes
That we have harbored based on the fact
That it makes us smile if it dope

[Aesop
Fumble outta bed and 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
Fumble bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of and
Yawn and stretch and my is a mess and
If I make it home today, God bless