Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

(Chorus)
I've been so many
In my and time
Yes, I've a lot of songs
I've made bad rhymes

Top of the
Yet I aint left my head to turn and look back
Every second page is
Perfected writ
In the perfect I set the perfect mood
And in perverted abodes, I claim
Enflame clothes and sing of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship,
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps down to Earth and
The kids that get are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, believe it or not they a lot to some
say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, crack under pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if they things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn of animal animating
in a life picture of the La Brea tar pit
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In that called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never
So, um, you can the streets until 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 why did I end up on the West???
Don't sacrifice my cadence,
and sentence structure of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, music for the advancement of mankind
More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a
So when the chain still
like a dead corpses and kerosene marching
To down the walls of the village and storm the castle,
run up the
'em to the river, now we can spawn
This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much time,
On fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
A bleeding hearts composing prose in blood
To and die a thousand times

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Ever to Hell?
This is a black-and-white album outlines in increments
The is dead
look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
no
No anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast
??? watch me rip it and my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad
This spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill
Right now, your girl is upon my hips
And this is Sole, and we're makin love now,
so I need to take her to the hotel
is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh
It's these are groupies, I'm a mammal,
my life's a freestyle set
The an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll dead
It's been a long time those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've known
It's nothing personal, design has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your name
Hip-hop aint dead, the just wack,
indie a demo fair
Keep your set
do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga
springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts
This is the verge, the point
When your favorite emcees can't be anymore
This is psychopath, this is rap
violence, violence
My life is stranded on an island no food
and beautiful women my ego or what little is left
No, this is rap and my shirt's unbuttoned
We're stealing moments of in the limelights
choppin' up keys to the floodgates
Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't when to shut up
Or maybe this is music,
the I's and I'll scratch yours
Or what if is honest music, and I mean every other word I say
take 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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