Luyện nghe bài hát Body of Work

Closet full of
Just don't try to put'em together
(Try to put'em together)
And just bite my tongue
So it like a scarlet letter
(Wear it like a letter)

(I loved you)
Quiet in the court for the
Marriage of the and the gorgeous
Took her from the king of the
He [?] off the wall of the fort with the
This is foretold, bojangles was tapping in morse
At least to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more
the guts of the mother, [?] should move her undercover
With a $3,000 son she just a lover
And somebody else that and try and drug her
Take her off the grill, she
celebrating, "we won"
In the system of the women, knew he had it in him
This when the world that they make him become
and new high tech way smuggle whole things
From the control range that make radio heads with gold
Depart 84' Jags on chains
niggas from a whole name
God is great, but it's on my soul plane

full of bones
Just don't try to back together
(Try to back together)
And I'll bite my tongue
So wear it a scarlet letter
(Wear it a scarlet letter)

(skin), will be the death of me
Anatomy (skin), that's my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), be the death of me

(Tell me to do)
Limo to the limit, fill it the brim get in it
You get it, if you gotta ask
In that I want two masks
class, dollar cast
Poppin' tags, trash in shopping bags
Hakeem take our pocket cash
(Am I beautiful?)
Write it in lights, molly in the body of
me to the lobby from heights
Then over the threshold to redeem the
broads like the king of Norway
Fourteen broads dreams of foreplay
arm Shiva
If the get it I'm a fool

Closet of bones
Just try to put'em back together
(Try to back together)
And I'll just my tongue
So it like a scarlet letter
(Wear it like a letter)

(skin), will be the death of me
Anatomy (skin), that's my anatomy
(skin), will be the death of me
(skin)

Sanskrit on the page of the dead book
Don't the restroom with the left foot
Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death,
the leash on a fast car
Feed on the keys, fall asleep in a
The tip of thy is white
Am I night, am I black, am I
Have I this?
my begin when I find where my end this
Oedipus wrecks, mother fucker this than sex
Material the love of my martyr
soaked in the blood of my father
(Will you cry for me?)
Sky burial, at the wind carry your,
I could
An anatomy, not of me, me to it, nodding me to it
of the eye and others, watching me do it
Adapt in each
Kubrick in plot and
of bones, scolds to the top of the tone
Skim through it is skin to it
You're so you see the sin through it

full of bones
Just don't try to put'em together
(Try to put'em together)
And just bite my tongue
So wear it like a letter
(Wear it a scarlet letter)

Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
Anatomy (skin), that's my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
(skin)