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 agitated seeds
Half the patients waste themselves to Commencement
So I focus on the urban samples, the half that made it breathe
They sold impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs talks money in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, thrown long Hail Mary bombs
cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the like
They tried to fuck his woman he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist
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 fallen elk, stealth
We got babies, stamps, and briefcase parts
We on some now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your for free
I'll my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one "Gimme that"
So we can retain fat
Make the biter snake
Holocaust freak, heckle brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, make a break cannon
Bent 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on like it's never
bleeding well
It's than a breadbox
It corrodes my leaky
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn
With a Coke and a bag of
To watch a thousand lemmings just because
The first one
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing little question marks
I tend to my average
Just bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold
'cause dog has its day
At which point, I'll it away

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

[Aesop
It's the of the silkworm
I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the germ
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 some new sneakers
I just my legacy matches
the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men water
They're out there slaughtered
In meaningless 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
to guard 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
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 bitch
God it's the year of the underpaid
Spitting forty 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 let you think you won
EVERYBODY!

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

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