Luyện nghe bài hát A Million In The Morning

[Intro: Mr.
If you're seeing and hearing things that aren't there while you're awake, mad. If you're asleep, you're normal and having a dream. So it's the question of whether you're awake or asleep that makes the difference; and in this case, since he wasn't allowed to sleep, it's as though his normal dreaming pattern began to show itself

He was psychotic; when you don't know who you are or where you are or what's going on around you, and when you believe that there's....

1: Jay Electronica]
I can't sleep at night, I toss and
Visions of my dead father, out the urn
King James, Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche
If miss me on the CB
They get me through the TV
I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, walking through the streets
Hoping they don't see me,
Him right there with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of
like barbwire, feet like tires
He opened up his and out came the locusts
Real hocus pocus trying to me lose focus
I can't wake up plus I couldn't run fast enough to it to the truck
So I yelled... but no came out
held me down, while the jackals ate my brain out
Then I woke (phew) close
Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all over the
Twisted up a nug, on Jack Daniels, watching True Blood
was gon' get smashed by Eric and Bill
And out the corner of my eye, I I saw a few
The power went dead and on the beam of
A ship carried me away at the speed of
I said: "please don't drop me, I'm to fall"
Just another close call, the writing on the

Jay Electronica]
Am I or dreaming
Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons
Dear Lord, if I die
Then I'm for revenge
Once I step into the

2: Jay Electronica]
Fuck you Times Square, I'm my mind
Ice on my nutsack, trying to time
Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz,
The late Richard Simmons and a couple of
Blame Netflix, cousin of was on the guestlist
Robotsand all over the setlist
Yes sir, Decon rats
I'm running with my wolfpack like Wolfman
Crop circles my eyes
Am I coming, am I going on this high
I can't lie, feel to be me
Feel good to be free, feel to be in 3D on MTV
Knock, knock, who's
Pop, slip down the hole
to a never-ending match of Scattergories (Uhh)
Snap out of it man you got to save face for the politics and...