Luyện nghe bài hát Body of Work

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

(I loved you)
Quiet in the court for the
Marriage of the and the gorgeous
Took her from the of the corpses
He [?] off the of the fort with the horses
This is foretold, bojangles was tapping in code
At to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more gold
From the of the mother, [?] should move her undercover
With a $3,000 son she just a lover
And else that come and try and drug her
Take her off the grill, she
celebrating, "we won"
In the system of the women, never he had it in him
This condition when the world that they make him
Cocaine and new high way smuggle whole things
From the range that make radio heads with gold brains
Depart 84' on gold chains
Developing niggas a whole name
God is great, but snakes on my soul plane

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

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

(Tell me to do)
to the limit, fill it till the brim get in it
You can't get it, if you ask
In that case I two masks
Bottom class, cast
Poppin' tags, droppin' trash in shopping
Till take our pocket cash
(Am I beautiful?)
Write it in lights, molly in the of Christ
Drop me to the from heights
over the threshold to redeem the doorway
Fourteen broads like the king of
broads having dreams of foreplay
Fourteen arm
If the government get it I'm a

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

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

Sanskrit dance on the page of the dead
Don't the restroom with the left foot
Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death,
Release the on a fast car
Feed on the keys, fall asleep in a
The tip of thy sword is
Am I night, am I black, am I
I been this?
Realize my begin when I where my end this
Oedipus wrecks, mother fucker this than sex
Material potion the love of my
Currency soaked in the blood of my
(Will you cry for me?)
Sky burial, at the carry your, father
I could
An anatomy, not of me, kntting me to it, me to it
of the eye and others, watching me do it
Adapt in each
Kubrick in and tone
Lots of bones, to the top of the tone
Skim through it is just to it
so thin you see the sin through it

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

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