Luyện nghe bài hát Body of Work

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

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

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

Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
(skin), that's just my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), will be the 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 case I two masks
Bottom class, cast
Poppin' tags, droppin' trash in bags
Till Hakeem take our cash
(Am I beautiful?)
it in lights, molly in the body of Christ
Drop me to the from heights
Then the threshold to redeem the doorway
Fourteen broads like the king of
Fourteen having dreams of foreplay
Fourteen arm
If the government get it I'm a

full of bones
Just don't try to back together
(Try to back 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 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 foot
Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death,
Release the leash on a car
on the keys, fall asleep in a Jaguar
The tip of thy is white
Am I night, am I black, am I
Have I this?
Realize my begin I find where my end this
Oedipus wrecks, mother fucker this better sex
potion the love of my martyr
Currency soaked in the blood of my
(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
Eyes of the eye and others, me do it
Adapt in each
in plot 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 back
(Try to put'em together)
And I'll bite my tongue
So wear it like a letter
(Wear it a scarlet letter)

(skin), will be the death of me
Anatomy (skin), just my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
(skin)