Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

Top of the
Yet I aint left my head to turn and look back
Every second page is
Perfected writ
In the world I set the perfect mood
And in abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and songs of underdepression love
imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the ones that wanna listen
My are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some
Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if they don't things get any better
Listenin' to God burn of animal animating
in a still picture of the La Brea tar pit
Walking the of my red carpet
These are distress spanning you and I
if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In that called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and cess
So, um, you can walk the streets the building no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are
This is my gold tank, everywhere I go belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, by the rest
Police in skin, I'm so East,
then why did I end up on the West???
Don't sacrifice my cadence,
and sentence design of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, hip-hop for the advancement of mankind
More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a
So when the still smells
like a million corpses and kerosene marching
To burn down the 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 composing prose in blood
To live and die a times

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Ever to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo outlines in increments
The is dead
Instructed look at the scene of the massacre for forgiveness,
no
No anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast
??? watch me rip it and mark my in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in getting bad ones
This isn't spoken word, the reinvention of Sugar Hill
Right now, your girl is upon my hips
And this is Sole, and we're love right now,
so I need to take her to the hotel
This is a love song, I pass out 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, probably dead
It's been a long since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance ever known
It's nothing personal, design has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't your real name
Hip-hop aint dead, the just wack,
indie a demo fair
Keep your set
What do you move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga
It's springtime we're the centaurs and in grass skirts
This is the verge, the melting
When your emcees can't be lazy anymore
is psychopath, this is psych rap
With violence,
My life is stranded on an with no food
and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is
No, this is gangsta rap and my unbuttoned
stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights
choppin' up keys to break the
Maybe is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up
Or maybe this is music,
the I's and I'll scratch yours
Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every word I say
take anything literal, out-of-context,
just 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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