Luyện nghe bài hát Body of Work

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

(I really you)
Quiet in the for the courtship
Marriage of the and the gorgeous
her from the king of the corpses
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
From the guts of the mother, [?] should her undercover
With a $3,000 son she just want a
And somebody else come and try and drug her
her off the grill, she done
celebrating, "we won"
In the of the women, never knew he had it in him
This condition the world that they make him become
Cocaine and new high tech way whole things
From the control range that make radio heads gold brains
Depart 84' Jags on gold
Developing niggas a whole name
God is great, but it's snakes on my plane

Closet full of
don't try to put'em back together
(Try to put'em together)
And I'll 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
Anatomy (skin), be the death of me

(Tell me to do)
Limo to the limit, it till the brim get in it
You get it, if you gotta ask
In that I want two masks
Bottom class, cast
Poppin' tags, trash in shopping bags
Till take our pocket cash
(Am I beautiful?)
it in lights, molly in the body of Christ
Drop me to the from heights
Then over the to redeem the doorway
Fourteen broads the king of Norway
Fourteen broads having of foreplay
Fourteen arm
If the government get it I'm a

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

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

Sanskrit dance on the page of the book
Don't leave the restroom with the left
of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death, flesh
Release the leash on a car
Feed on the keys, fall in a Jaguar
The tip of thy sword is
Am I night, am I black, am I
I been this?
Realize my when I find where my end this
wrecks, mother fucker this better than sex
Material potion the love of my
Currency 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, kntting me to it, me to it
of the eye and others, watching me do it
Adapt in each
Kubrick in and tone
of bones, scolds to the top of the tone
Skim it is just skin to it
so thin you see the sin through it

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

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