Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm to give it to you
With no
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted list
While funny bone grown community
Spit a thousand and 1 ripples to cripple the
Tap water builds
Right I it straight to mainline
You to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon
Where everyday a thousand strangers for empty chambers
buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets to keep it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
rope bridge
Broke inches of dry land
But duck skull suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads y'all stupid
I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it basic
it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't you name it?
it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that '84 war
For the room 1 on 1
Till he try and with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the kisses
See if the venom overloads this
I'm going to suck the out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but features never fit in
you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical burden has at an alarming rate
Bliss is down a
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 race the derby in the first (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island show midgets
to be a fighter pilot
Driving that childish early Wright brothers
model fossil
Sit and sweat on a console
accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous tongue brain silo
before the chubby debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel inventions pensive sideshow
See contrary to popular
I alone without an earthly poem
And on a handful of zoning fans
Holding every to own the land I roam
With in hands
be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself on
Therefore it is and the settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for kids
I to get them all open
And once I and said I didn't care
Thats when all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom