Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

(Budden)

GIVE IT NOW!

L-look look look look
I call it,
I always seem to take one backward and five steps forward,
nothing to gain, its like mortgaged,
ya'll can love me or won't, go ahead talk shit,
cautious, report shit, out of hell,
since all my dudes alive or outta jail,
won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this on my shoulders,
i'm sitting on the of the world,
they say, tears are words that mouth can't speak,
rubber on every arm could fire but reach,
I say, streets learn you what the can't teach,
my job is to get a gospel that the won't preach,
something like a rock star, the live band,
just sub my true religions for they're tight pants,
ass on my wife, no implants,
i no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
it's a thinking man's world, shit is to me,
so let the king mean time, let it be

(Chorus)

(According to its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong)

It's the Junk Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
revers the on life and do the mic dirty,
tired, hungry and thirsty, fame,
matter of fact, when this verse ends my name,
the message, not the man,
the vision, not the plan,
no glits, no glam, just pure with the fans,
half your downloads get with the spam,
these dudes keep it so real they come fake,
boring, ignore these wack bastards,
to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
i vividly spit it to pick it differently,
rip all the vodka, swig it then on negativity,
the pen is than the trigger,
strike em I spit,
catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit,
what I like, a rock flow lava, melotic
with a dose of more(?) fire(?),
the and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
can't be stopped fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
no image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them ill' leave u lifted
all and gut,
feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, on,
the shits up,

(Chrous)

(Budden)

look
I a K as a weapon,
eye in through scope my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
and I, pop a big step, in my fly shit,
ipod, on bumping my shit,
i cared, i was careless,
fear being afraid, OR im afraid to be fearless,
OR being fearless but fearful,
so in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking my peephole?,
did my alter-ego get a ego?,
he the rims chrome,
me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground a flintstone,
bluetooth, my girl on the bickering,
but even though when she scream, i it like whispering,
i been noise all my life,
been poised baby all my life,
just let me my life,
yours, make your own highlight,
then, meet me at the top like a knife,
then, how to see without eyesight,
if, at first you succeed then try twice,
see I don't write it I it, reel it, real shit,
paint a then unveil it.
come i'm 'bout to it,
destroy it, it,
it, before another nigga steals it,
shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
when you you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, ill bitch,
if they sleep wake em just drill shit(?)
see i'm something they got to with,