Luyện nghe bài hát At Midnight

Midnight guitar strumming, one with the moon.
Laying my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon,
a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat.
Mans best friend, I'm happy with that.
I wanna be happy, I bet we all do.
Ninety percent they'll never afford to.
What a shame that gone to their brain,
Any country any everyone's in it's range,
like (uh), but I dodge the missiles,
So down mother fuckers hip-hop's the issue.
I will not get played, hansel and gretel,
Do it for the dollar, or with the devil,
You know why, coz I know how to back,
And transform mic. stand into a spike bat.
So a smile on my dial I write raps,
And hold down my ground till the strikes back,
It's me, and tell you how I feel,
I'm the real, I'll be flying or without a deal.
Can't tackle you can't touch,
It wont matter when you love.
So imagine me at your singing this song,
With twenty eight thousand kids straight up along,
So basics eyes, I'll be blessing the beat.
With a raw reputation like everly street, (yo) in peace.

I wont be put down, I be shackled.
I be held back, I wont be tackled.
I wont be up, I wont be thrown out.
Now that I how to fly,
Now that I how to fly.(yo)

I be put down, I wont be shackled.
I be held back, I wont be tackled.
I wont be locked up, I wont be out.
Now I know how to fly,
Now that I how to fly.

Oh yeah, uh huh, it like this check it out, yo.
From the turn region I roam,
On my trapeze, through the leaves I have flown,
In a stained glass skies, the unfolds,
sharp like a beak of the crow.
I just on the low, through my secret window,
Frill, the niche and my mic. a leak in the boat.
hit the mainstream in the creek where I row,
Feel the wind in the from the breeze when it,
When freezing below, when I'm deep in the snow,
Opened up my heart, brought to the cold.
And I, wont sheep like a clone in this rat race,
compete for the throne,
Treat of speech liek a breach of the code,
So I unleash and stampede the beat a flow.(oh lord)
All I want is for the globe, yeah were so segregated,
It's like each to own,
To my freaks and my that I peep at the show,
Imma this brief, can you reach in your soul,
Feel free with the of the dreams that you grow,
Till they eat what they and you read what you sow,
Left this message, like I a beep on the phone,
( at night on a beach see my aglow,
Send folk signals from the weed we blow,
Hear the bigger picture what the bleep do we know, you know)

I wont be put down, I be shackled.
I be held back, I wont be tackled.
I wont be locked up, I wont be out.
Now I know how to fly,
Now I know how to fly. (yo)

I be put down, I wont be shackled.
I wont be held back, I be tackled.
I be locked up, I wont be thrown out.
Now I know how to fly,
Now that I how to fly.

( can all the brothers put one hand up in the air,
This is dedicated to a very friend of ours just passed away, justin.
is for you,
He's watching us right now guys, a very friend of mine,
Meant a lot to me, a lot to our music,
And so I want you guys to note,
When DJ izm this beat, I want you to bob with us.)

and my peeps, peep at the show,
Keep this brief, in your soul, (x5)