Luyện nghe bài hát Arrival (The Baby Farmer)

"I'm not really supposed to talk this.....but..."

they've
the excitment of a new born
Came to join the event and fight against the luke warm
nothing but they word and they history
Take a can of paint and try to decorate their
not what they anticipated
But, fuck, it doesn't matter. Put your fists up and it
And they can't the planet
Or the children or the
Or god damn it

I'm just a man loved rap
So much in
I put every piece of myself inside fucking tracks
is that, you whisper something from the back?
You think your personal
up for what you lack?
I'm just a cat searching for a lap
To crash in a world hurting, for they turn to take a nap
Sorting bills, fan mail and life threats
Wonderin why the postman delivered my wife yet
They me Sean, this is Anthony
No to act hard cause we got extended family
So I smile I try to use my words wise
Say what I meant just in case this is your time
Via? child of the tired
like a couple of fools that the queen hired
Can't wait for the to thicken
So we can watch the tip side. WAIT!
Even the gettin live
a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive!
To fall in with this bitch
the petals on her flower to the pimples on her tits
Fuck the insults. And the compliments
Just see the mommy free the honesty and common sense
Stop followin the win that you
Cause it's too to aim for a target sittin on a fence
We do it for the in the sky
Here's a toast goes out to those who can't handle their
You and I, we can swim into the
And watch other children lose they mind
(I'm tired!)
(they've arrived)
And they landed and sound
Better try to take 'em out they make ya saviors proud
So fix your beef, actin' like a sheep
Either spit speak or sit there and git your teeth
To spread the to the kin folk
Fuckin with the climate on the inside of the
They're here, the baby gonna take it farther
Make a and break apart your fake martyrs
planted firm, let the planet
Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of
I'm tryin to keep my prize on the
But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky
Who's to blame for your lack of
I wasn't drafted, I for the mission
Put your on the list at the bottom on an empty line
And hope in sight for what ever gave you the right to question mine
The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap
You can put that on your dollar
Wake up, it's than a pay stub
There's the door, get cho money, go wash off make-up
(they arrived)

And they don't need your
If you wanna give it, keep it
really mean nothin'
gonna beat it it stops breathin'
No to even try to reason with em they're not leavin'