Luyện nghe bài hát Body of Work

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

(I really you)
Quiet in the court for the
Marriage of the and the gorgeous
her from the king of the corpses
He [?] off the wall of the fort the horses
This is foretold, was tapping in morse code
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 want a
And somebody else come and try and drug her
her off the grill, she done
celebrating, "we won"
In the system of the women, knew he had it in him
condition when the world that they make him become
Cocaine and new tech way smuggle whole things
From the control range that make radio heads with brains
84' Jags on gold chains
Developing niggas from a name
God is great, but it's on my soul plane

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

Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
Anatomy (skin), just my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), will be the 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 case I two masks
class, dollar cast
Poppin' tags, trash in shopping bags
Till take our pocket cash
(Am I beautiful?)
Write it in lights, molly in the of Christ
Drop me to the from heights
Then over the threshold to the doorway
Fourteen like the king of Norway
broads having dreams of foreplay
Fourteen arm
If the get it I'm a fool

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

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

Sanskrit on the page of the dead book
Don't leave the restroom with the left
Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death,
Release the on a fast car
Feed on the keys, asleep in a Jaguar
The tip of thy sword is
Am I night, am I black, am I
Have I been
Realize my begin when I find where my end
Oedipus wrecks, mother this better than sex
potion the love of my martyr
Currency in the blood of my father
(Will you cry for me?)
Sky burial, at the carry your, father
That I
An anatomy, not of me, kntting me to it, me to it
of the eye and others, watching me do it
Adapt in rubik
in plot and tone
Lots of bones, scolds to the top of the
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 back
(Try to put'em together)
And I'll bite my tongue
So wear it a scarlet letter
(Wear it a scarlet letter)

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