Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm to give it to you
no trivia
Raw like that Aesop iron-fisted list militia
bent funny bone grown community
Spit a and 1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap builds character
Right I irrigate it straight to
You want to do the Fine
These profit 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 strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth
Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly rope
Broke inches tired of dry
But skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all
I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it basic
Does it ice grill you or is every song
Does it a title? If didn't would you name it?
it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the cobra
See if the venom overloads this
I'm going to suck the out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but features never fit in
Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside limits
I'm to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit

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It boom boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical has increased at an alarming rate
is down a point
Murder up, down and still falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump normalcy for 10
Let the back boiling point descend
I race the derby in the first (strike personal)
Strike personal space the most utterly putrid version of grace
the gimmick, sit and fidget
While we try and through hoops
Like Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter
Driving childish early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic fossil
Sit and bullets on a console
Busting accidental dirt bike
the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the chubby debutaunt conquered the note
Schooled by the cruel intention inventions pensive
See contrary to popular
I alone advance an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of zoning
Holding chance to own the land I roam
dome in hands
Truly be its only happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself on
Therefore it is and the settles
Beneath the fact I'm just spitting for these kids
I to get them all open
And once I and said I didn't care
Thats when they all their hands in the air

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It goes boom boom