Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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Somebody warped the message, tried to it to the next next
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Harvest all Brand-X Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a pulse
And littered volts all over the village the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus whiskers
He roasted in the open blisters
But blind anarchy through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing itching to pull it back
With that organic incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of later
And lot of crews taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve Zelda heart containers
Man, freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With wild things that make Maurice question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate sprockets
Now grommets
Running from a rabid click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

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

Now a-days, even the got guns
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and god will forgive you
Just show the saints at Heaven's you should be on the list
"I heard he manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit
Teenager beef passed alligator and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped shop and a mislead, trustee locked box
Hiding that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal gives them leverage
Cut them with mortars while I
in the immortal of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
For the holsters are bound to outnumber 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 bullet-proof mom's garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

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This is how the city-folk and mole-people
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
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is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their and arrests-rests
landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

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

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone Jam Master Jay died
So now I'll probably write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer
banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in