Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

Top of the
Yet I aint never left my head to turn and back
Every second page is
Perfected writ
In the perfect world I set the mood
And in abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and songs of underdepression love
imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I space raps that's down to Earth and
The that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, it or not they mean a lot to some
say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if they don't things get any better
Listenin' to God objects 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 here's a 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 smelling the beats and never cess
So, um, you can the streets until the building no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are
This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't
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 structure design of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, hip-hop music for the of mankind
More than an sarcastic label for a movement
So the chain still smells
like a million corpses and kerosene marching
To burn down the walls of the and storm the castle,
run up the
Take 'em to the river, now we can
This aint premillenium tension, it's the of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding hearts prose in blood
To and die a thousand times

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

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