Luyện nghe bài hát A Christmas Fucking Miracle

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

The breaks and your teeth break
Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a
It would seem your veneers mere souvenirs
out your mouth and on to the landscape
Me and El-P do the handshake
Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his face
'Till he's punch drunk he's sweet as a pound cake
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, say
Into the wild, wild-style ghetto child running
the lions and the owls stay
The powers that be even up reprieves
Told us they ain't us out if we bow to our knees
But can give that to the kings and queens
And the worshipers of idols and followers of
'Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the
It's kill or be killed and I'm working with the
My professor Emeritus say we cursed being brought to the Americas
How you raise a human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage
Planned Parenthood helping plan
But I'm lucky mommy had a narrative
of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise
From the and the job my parents did
Mike I was told it was godlike
Even with the devil, came out alright
Okay, honor No way
Still spell America with the K
up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
And any MC what I go through
rap, my last line's so true
Rest in peace to Pimp C and too
We do it for you