Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his in fossil marker art
Pardon, had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the blisters
But blind anarchy slips the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it
?? on paper now, a lot of later
And lot of will taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry severed
I face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things that Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate constant
Now grommets
Running from a rabid click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack the nurseries
Dog, a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie Babies his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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This is how the hermit and the busy bee
Somebody's track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper snipers clock-tower fun
the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your
It makes homicide okie-dokie and god will forgive you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom
they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but to exploit no-brainers
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole
Amongst that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee box
Hiding clips that light the sky in
like communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them mortars while I mumble
in the slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs by the newest kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But that won't even jolt the
when global all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate

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is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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This is how the and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a mid-life when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay
So now I'll never write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? the portable hay-rides
It it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in