Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm going to it to you
With no
Raw like that rock iron-fisted list militia
While bent funny bone community
Spit a thousand and 1 ripples to cripple the
Tap water builds
Right I it straight to mainline
You want to do the Fine
These pretty profit teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth
Five Sixths sweat bullets to keep it subtle
But I'll get you (I'm to get you)
Wobbly rope
Broke inches of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the well
Well, when the spreads that y'all stupid
I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it beyond
Does it ice you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't you name it?
Does it babble about like a drunken atheist?
We could run Orwells '84 war
For the room 1 on 1
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own spear specifics
Swerve around the cobra
See if the overloads 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 tiptoe across this yo-yo
Until you walk the dog out from under my and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It boom boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is a point
Murder up, down and still falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this blind confessional
Ease let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the burner boiling point descend
I race the derby in the first (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
While we try and jump hoops
Like Coney Island freak show
to be a fighter pilot
Driving that childish early brothers experiment
Prototypic fossil
Sit and bullets on a console
Busting accidental dirt donuts
Outside the most poison tongue brain silo
before the chubby debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel inventions pensive sideshow
See contrary to certainty
I alone without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of fans
Holding every chance to own the I roam
With dome in
be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
See I myself it's on
it is and the melody settles
Beneath the that I'm just spitting for these kids
I tried to get them all
And I quit and said I didn't care
Thats when they all threw their in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom