Luyện nghe bài hát A Christmas Fucking Miracle

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

The beat breaks and your break
Keep your embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake
It would your veneers just mere souvenirs
Falling out your 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 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, say
the wild, wild-style ghetto child running wild
Where the lions and the stay
The that be even offered up reprieves
Told us ain't take us out if we bow to our knees
But they can give that to the kings and
And the worshipers of idols and of things
'Cause I would rather be in the with the savages
kill or be killed and I'm working with the averages
My Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the Americas
How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no of heritage
Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
But I'm mommy already had a narrative
Product of a love, my arrogance to rise
From the and the job my parents did
Named Mike I was it was godlike
Even danced with the devil, came out
Okay, y'all? No way
Still spell with the triple K
up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
And any MC peepin' what I go
Real rap, my last so true
Rest in peace to Pimp C and too
We do it for you