Luyện nghe bài hát A Christmas Fucking Miracle

That was me in BK on
Never looked ways, ran in traffic
went away but I stayed, vagrant
Placed where the steel and cement became
Love you did with the place, it looks gorgeous
City-scape the blood of good men courses
And the dreamers are bull in porcelain
Take a knee to the Gods and get shit
Wanna live for the thrill? arrange it
Got a bevy of to spit hatred
Shit get in your head and 'cause panic
Have you desperately to get famous
Get your dirty and left orphaned
Sanity on the fringe of
Who are they to just take and hoard it?
Who am I I don't get my portion?
The impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces
fret little man, don't cry
They can never take the energy you were born with
Knowing that, understand you could be poor
You already won the war, you born rich
You can only take the energy you had going
To the or the home where your lord is
Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't give a fuck if you ever made
Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum
Send 'em to the where the orcs live
and the lost minds thinking they're
Smarter than us don't understand importance
And we can weaponize that, 'em back to
The truth where the ashes and got formed in

The beat and your teeth break
Keep canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake
It would your veneers just mere souvenirs
Falling out mouth and on to the landscape
Me and El-P do the secret
Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his face
'Till he's punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, say
Into the wild, ghetto child running wild
the lions and the owls stay
The powers be even offered up reprieves
us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees
But they can give to the kings and queens
And the worshipers of idols and followers of
'Cause I would be in the jungle with the savages
It's or be killed and I'm working with the averages
My professor Emeritus say we been being brought to the Americas
How you raise a whole single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage
Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
But I'm mommy already had a narrative
Product of a love, my arrogance to rise
the pride and the job my parents did
Named Mike I was told it was
danced with the devil, came out alright
Okay, y'all? No way
Still spell with the triple K
Word up to 1 and O'Shea
And any MC peepin' I go through
Real rap, my last line's so
Rest in peace to Pimp C and too
We do it for you