Luyện nghe bài hát Blur My Hands

From the floating death, to the of death
To a outside my grave and oh man
Were you being polite with your hands?

Take time to me like court appointed attorneys
Restore the order, we either join or
you join I'm up performing the journey
In all earnest, I go so
Takes nigga to turn me
Get it straight, I late on states
I'm just stating
How I do, with grace takes another nigga to turn mean
My return means like with a tick
And I kind but I don't hit
So you starting at the end, that's the where you begin
I the bullshit so we can start it where we win
Yeah, alert
I can hear you all saying "boy a jerk"
But it's cool though, we gotta rule yo
Get in, we win and do it all again, ho

From the floating death, to the fire of
To a outside of my grave and oh man
Were you just being polite with your
And it really I'm number one, and you're a fan
Well that's cool, cause I think you're one too
Yeah that's cool, cause I think number one too
Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're one

Now me and words, we made a deal, I'm gon' keep 'em real
And they show me secrets, I can even cop a feel
Victorious, can't match wit, with
I wig with wits, similarly can't mix matchsticks with forests'
Only you can what I do
due can prevent what's my view
I match with wicks
Wicker man, a sip of liquor and
the lip off warriors
And spit flames, nigga get in the ah

From the death, to the fire of death
To a flower outside of my and oh man
Were you just being polite with hands?
And it really means I'm number one, and a fan
Well that's cool, cause I think number one too
Yeah that's cool, cause I think number one too
I think you're one

It's rage, without a roll cage
Takes courage to run on these
I know you like "no way", but I'm a full
All so every soccer Fox moulding, go ahead
stop, go ahead
Sitting in your car, listening to the bars
And traffic all around and you feel like falling down
And the music that I'm spewing out, enough to calm him
'Fore you you watch your car with your briefcase walkin' round
And them from the budget that went to S1 Production
And on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas
So don't start that walk through Park
My a one-on-one and you caught up in the jam
Just show some love to your number one fan

the floating death, to the fire of death
To a outside of my grave and oh man
Were you just being polite your hands?
And it means I'm number one, and you're a fan
Well that's cool, cause I think you're one too
Yeah that's cool, I think you're number one too
I you're number one