Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
over and
and and over
and over and
gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars
much of arizona
still cant a
in dirt
im
you dont know burke
or james did work
or the son of
ike turner
he got meaner wit tina
when times were
cats did six
at the appollo, holla
dyamite shows below 5
sax
dont be so
heard trumpets
can you jump it
off the atlantic
took the for granted
air stole the like a bandit

2

motown
put the to rest
chess put the up in that chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
fast cars and women
em to the limit
the of money
names down wit it
sayinno to
it up too quick
dark livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im fela
hate i cant find it without
fader crossed over
caught in the
cant hear want it costs some dollars
and the air snatched the and we abandoned
i somebody planned it

3

please, please,
dont grow on trees
why a show
few blacks show
white
from the to the back row
we what we know from the radio
show even a rap show
can still be no black
hot or not on the video
brown
in
still few of us
they dont know flash
from another ass
bet cash
soul is fast
dancehalls
aint hardly bob marley
get that back on tracks
up
dont always make lyrics lighten up
if the soul yall feelin, hear you say yeah
you feel it in the air