Luyện nghe bài hát Beat To Beat

High like crows, hair bros,
my scene, everything was good.
All made up, yeah drawn the lines;
steak don't cry, if you seal it right.
And what am I about?
Well, I can see the Don.
Uh-huh.

I'm get my honour back,
it out, into town.
Ask me I'm on about,
I dunno, it out.
Lights bright, are you afraid of the dark?
Uh-huh.
And looking down, looking on you,
Looking down, down on me,
I saw my light,
But, it out

And on the street,
The apathy,
over me;
I make it out
From to beat,
We our own melody,
It's natural, a prerogative.

a fire, let it burn for you,
Order sides and a for two.
I'm not sure what you're on,
When winding up that radio,
When, all my life, all my life,
I can see the Don.

A lies. What am I?
Help me God, lie.
Eat 'em up, eye,
so evil,
Looking down, looking on you,
Looking down, down on me,
What's the in life?
But, it on.

On the street,
The apathy
over me;
I gotta it out.
From to beat,
We our own melody;
natural. It's a prerogative.

Lie me, kiss and breathe,
Born of the time the gaze.
Want a medal, a war.
He's looking down, looking on you,
down, looking down on me,
All of my things I don't want,
All of the that I don't need
Are me down,
Are me down,
But, it on.

On the street,
The general
over me,
I make it out.
beat to beat,
We find our own
It's natural. a prerogative.