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, you're mad. If you're asleep, you're 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 clearly psychotic; when you don't 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 sleep at night, I toss and turn
Visions of my dead father, out the urn
James, Sigmund Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche
If they me on the CB
They gonna get me the TV
I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, through the city streets
they don't see me, who?
Him there with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of fire
Teeth like barbwire, feet like
He opened up his and out came the locusts
Real hocus pocus to make me lose focus
I can't wake up plus I couldn't run enough to make it to the truck
So I yelled... but no sound out
Teacher held me down, the jackals ate my brain out
Then I woke (phew) close
Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all the wall
Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels, watching True
Sookie was gon' get smashed by and Bill
And out the of my eye, I thought I saw a few
The power went dead and on the of light
A ship carried me away at the speed of
I "please don't drop me, I'm scared to fall"
Just another close call, the on the wall

Jay Electronica]
Am I concious or
Peeping Tom Hanks, and Demons
Dear Lord, if I die
Then I'm looking for
Once I into the light

[Verse 2: Jay
Fuck you Square, I'm losing my mind
Ice on my nutsack, trying to time
Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz,
The late Simmons and a couple of limes
Netflix, cousin of death was on the guestlist
Robotsand Goldwatchers all over the
Yes sir, Decon rats
I'm running with my wolfpack Wolfman Jack
Crop circles under my
Am I coming, am I going on mushroom 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 rabbit
Back to a match of Scattergories (Uhh)
out of it man because you got to save face for the politics and...