Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Song

Blowin' my

advisories battling for supremacy
Sounds like a good way to up my infamy
as automator sent for me
He headed to receive
Our forms from the galactic embassy

Yes, may I help you? me?
To escape a panic we had to intercede
Oh, here for the battleforms?
Yeah, can we get them for
I'm afraid not, you'll have to pay the fee

It was worth a try, when we first arrived on
Gravity was a must and step up contestant
12 I was 13, he started bursting
Ammunition that working

His rudimentary technical abilities couldn't me
Knocked me for a loop but I could breathe
He had the going by appearance
Here comes the anticipated interference from his squad and

I back with an onslaught of hydrothermiclyde
To their third eye
Though outnumbered I come wit
And trigger a massive to the beat
They hit me with air, left my chest bare
My sonic stun gun takes 'em out by the snare

Blowin' my

We won the
as the oxygen tanks were runnin' out
So back to the ship
Pull a map from our

the cursor, recharge our essentials
Set the coordinates then
Through a miles of space
With and grace

stop, Pluto
To these new flows
Atmosphere,
Be strategic like a game
Leave this with chest pains

I had to a shadow in his black light form
He dazzled me, three points to his score
Engulfed the microphone with darkness, three more
The started to roar

I had to find the core of his
He stretched his text, me to blackout
It took my gat out, I couldn't out
It took out the man

I'm a poundin'
I bust out an a cappella astoundin'
Project a unibeam his spleen
Pulled out my x-ray cannon to disintegrate the

It's night, finite cell ruptured
His form began to bust up into
Shadowy masses spread to the greater darkness of space
Now I'm placed first artists

my mind
Blowin' my

Serve due, more travel, "Computer"
"Yes Deltron, what you?"
"Next destination?"
"The of Cecilia on Arthgolano"

is apealin', hyperspace
With mic in
We was off
frost in the void
Thinkin' what if we are
Ha, entertaining thought

ho
Cecilia, we the port
Fill out a few forms we meet our challenger
Q-zar
No who you are, I'll handle ya

He's a real
I threw on my armor
He wants to absorb all the I worked so hard for
A biter
I busted a few shots and him like a car door

He was a quadruped, arms
He hit me with four, four arms full of
I said, "Automator the song"
(You got it)

It was the
Made a slight in my scheme
Set him up with a beam
With his double

Leaned toward his piece
the back of his neck
With a cranial syphon
Squeezed out his like juice
Like a

my mind