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 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 of the corpses
He [?] off the wall of the fort with the
This is foretold, was tapping in morse code
At to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more gold
From the guts of the mother, [?] should move her
a $3,000 son she just want a lover
And somebody else 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
condition when the world that they make him become
Cocaine and new high tech way whole things
the control range that make radio heads with gold brains
Depart 84' on gold chains
Developing niggas from a whole
God is great, but it's on my soul plane

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

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

(Tell me to do)
Limo to the limit, fill it till the get in it
You can't get it, if you ask
In that case I two masks
Bottom class, cast
tags, droppin' trash in shopping bags
Till Hakeem take our pocket
(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 like the king of
Fourteen broads dreams of foreplay
arm Shiva
If the government get it I'm a

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

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

Sanskrit on the page of the dead book
leave 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 is white
Am I night, am I black, am I
Have I been
my begin when I find where my end this
Oedipus wrecks, fucker this better than sex
Material potion the of my martyr
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
Eyes of the eye and others, me do it
in each rubik
Kubrick in and tone
Lots of bones, to the top of the tone
Skim through it is skin to it
You're so thin you see the sin it

full of bones
Just try to put'em back 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
(skin), that's just my anatomy
Anatomy (skin), will be the of me
(skin)