Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm to give it to you
no trivia
Raw that Aesop rock iron-fisted list militia
While bent bone grown community
Spit a thousand and 1 ripples to the continuity
Tap water builds
Right I irrigate it to mainline
You want to do the Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a strangers pray for empty chambers
buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets to keep it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly rope
Broke inches tired of dry
But duck stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads that stupid
be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it basic
it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
Does it a title? If didn't would you name it?
Does it babble about like a drunken atheist?
We could run Orwells '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own spear specifics
Swerve the cobra kisses
See if the venom overloads vision
I'm to suck the poison out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but features never fit in
Servers you right for trying to walk a mile your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this string
Until you walk the dog out under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom

Earth to a-r burden has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is down a
Murder up, glee down and still
Still out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump normalcy for 10
Let the burner boiling point descend
I race the derby in the first (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island freak show
Want to be a pilot
Driving that childish Wright brothers experiment
model fossil
Sit and sweat on a console
accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue silo
Dead before the debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel intention pensive sideshow
See contrary to popular
I advance without an earthly poem
And dance on a of zoning fans
Holding every chance to own the I roam
With dome in
Truly be its only camper happy with the 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 all open
And once I quit and said I didn't
Thats they all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom