Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

(Chorus)
I've so many places
In my life and
Yes, sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad

Top of the
Yet I aint never my head to turn and look back
Every second is anthem
Perfected writ
In the perfect world I set the perfect
And in perverted abodes, I rogue
clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship,
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's to Earth and
The kids that get are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to
Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never
Can't exist the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if don't things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn objects of animating
in a still life of the La Brea tar pit
Walking the of my red carpet
These are distress signals you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In that belt creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the and never cess
So, um, you can walk the streets the building no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the are drawn
This is my tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, by many, endured by the rest
in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why did I end up on the
Don't wanna my cadence,
and sentence design of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, hip-hop for the advancement of mankind
More an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
So when the still smells
like a million corpses and kerosene marching
To down the walls of the village and storm the castle,
run up the
Take 'em to the river, now we can
This aint premillenium tension, the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding hearts prose in blood
To live and die a thousand

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been to Hell?
This is a black-and-white album outlines in increments
The infrastructure is
Instructed look at the scene of the askin' for forgiveness,
no
No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the cast
??? watch me rip it and mark my in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in getting bad ones
This isn't word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill
Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my
And this is Sole, and we're makin love now,
so I don't to take her to the hotel
This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my
It's these are groupies, I'm a mammal,
my whole a freestyle set
The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll dead
It's a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has vain,
So emcees I feeling you, if I don't know your real name
Hip-hop aint dead, the just wack,
indie hip-hop's a demo
Keep your set
What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or
I'm a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga
It's springtime the centaurs and people in grass skirts
is the verge, the melting point
When your emcees can't be lazy anymore
This is psychopath, is psych rap
violence, violence
My life is stranded on an island with no
and beautiful women feeding my ego or little is left
No, is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned
We're stealing of brilliance in the limelights
choppin' up to break the floodgates
this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up
Or maybe is turntable music,
scratch the I's and I'll scratch
Or what if this is music, and I mean every other word I say
Don't anything literal, out-of-context,
just take it for it is
If you want labels, we can divide, still be strong
Bottom it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)

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