Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm going to it to you
With no
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 to mainline
You want to do the same?
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery salt piston pump drain
But those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty
buckle
Five sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
But I'll get you (I'm to get you)
Wobbly rope
inches tired of dry land
But skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor that y'all stupid
be the cat with 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 you name it?
Does it babble about nothing like a atheist?
We run that Orwells '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
he try and fidgets with his or her own work 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 outside your
I'm going to tiptoe across 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 burden has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is down a
Murder up, down and still falling
Still out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this blind soldier-burning
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 with the most utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
While we try and jump hoops
Coney Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter
Driving childish early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic fossil
Sit and bullets on a console
Busting dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous tongue brain silo
Dead the chubby debutaunt conquered the high note
by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow
See to popular certainty
I alone without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of zoning
Holding every to own the land I roam
With in hands
Truly be its only camper happy with the heap
See I myself it's on
Therefore it is and the settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these
I to get them all open
And once I quit and said I care
when they all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom