Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm to give it to you
no trivia
Raw like that rock iron-fisted list militia
bent funny bone grown community
Spit a thousand and 1 to cripple the continuity
Tap water builds
Right I irrigate it straight to
You to do the same? Fine
These pretty grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers for empty chambers
buckle
Five Sixths sweat trying to keep it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly bridge
Broke inches tired of dry
But duck skull suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads 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 about nothing like a 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 specifics
Swerve the cobra kisses
See if the venom this vision
I'm going to the poison out and spit it
Stole my but your features never fit in
Servers you right for to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to across this yo-yo string
Until you the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is a point
Murder up, glee and still falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump echo for 10
Let the back burner point descend
I race the derby in the first (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of
Spit the gimmick, sit and
While we try and jump through
Like Coney Island freak show
Want to be a pilot
Driving childish early Wright brothers experiment
model fossil
Sit and sweat bullets on a
Busting accidental dirt donuts
Outside the most ridiculous tongue brain silo
Dead before the debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel intention pensive sideshow
See contrary to certainty
I advance without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of zoning
Holding every chance to own the I roam
With in hands
Truly be its camper happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself on
Therefore it is and the melody
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for kids
I tried to get them all
And once I and said I didn't care
Thats when all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom