Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

Top of the
Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look
Every second page is
Perfected mood
In the perfect world I set the mood
And in abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression
imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's to Earth and
The kids get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, believe it or not mean a lot to some
Can't say that I'm of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if don't things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn of animal animating
in a still picture of the La Brea tar pit
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals you and I
Inversatile if anyone a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A called integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and cess
So, um, you can the streets until the building no longer remains
My are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn
This is my gold tank, I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, by the rest
in dead skin, I'm so East,
well why did I end up on the West???
Don't wanna my cadence,
and sentence structure of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, music for the advancement of mankind
than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
So when the chain smells
like a million dead and kerosene marching
To burn the walls of the village and storm the castle,
run up the
'em to the river, now we can spawn
This aint tension, it's the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful
A million bleeding hearts composing prose in
To and die a thousand times

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Ever been to
This is a black-and-white photo outlines in increments
The infrastructure is
look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
no
No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the cast
??? watch me rip it and my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections bad ones
This isn't spoken word, the reinvention of Sugar Hill
Right now, your girl is transfixed my hips
And this is Sole, and we're makin right now,
so I don't need to take her to the
This is a 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 Earth's an orb in the sky, so gets to my head
The is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real
Hip-hop dead, the industry's just wack,
indie hip-hop's a fair
Keep your set
What do you move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm still a fan, insider, and brain nigga
It's springtime we're the and people in grass skirts
is the verge, the melting point
When your favorite emcees can't be lazy
is psychopath, this is psych rap
With violence,
My life is on an island with no food
and beautiful feeding my ego or what little is left
No, is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned
We're stealing moments of brilliance in the
choppin' up keys to break the
Maybe is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up
Or maybe is turntable music,
scratch the I's and scratch yours
Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other I say
Don't anything literal, out-of-context,
take it for what it is
If you want labels, we can divide, I'll be strong
Bottom line it's all art (This is a and a bad song)

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