Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm going to it to you
With no
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted list
While bent funny bone grown
a thousand and 1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap builds character
Right I irrigate it to mainline
You want to do the same?
These pretty profit teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
buckle
Five Sixths bullets trying to keep it subtle
But I'll get you (I'm to get you)
Wobbly bridge
Broke inches tired of dry
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the well
Well, when the rumor that y'all stupid
I'll be the cat guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it beyond
Does it ice grill you or is song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't would you it?
Does it babble nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear
Swerve the cobra kisses
See if the venom this vision
I'm going to suck the poison out and it
Stole my sneakers but your features fit in
Servers you right for to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo
Until you the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It boom boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical burden has at an alarming rate
is down a point
Murder up, glee down and falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this soldier-burning confessional
back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the burner boiling point descend
I the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space the most utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island show midgets
Want to be a fighter
Driving that childish Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic fossil
Sit and bullets on a console
accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain
Dead before the chubby debutaunt conquered the note
Schooled by the cruel intention pensive sideshow
See to popular certainty
I alone advance without an earthly
And dance on a handful of zoning
Holding every chance to own the I roam
With dome in
Truly be its only camper happy the scrap heap
See I myself it's on
it is and the melody settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for kids
I tried to get them all
And I quit and said I didn't care
Thats they all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom