Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

Top of the
Yet I aint never left my to turn and look back
Every page is anthem
writ mood
In the perfect I set the perfect mood
And in perverted abodes, I claim
clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship,
My scientist fiction, I kick raps that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the only ones wanna listen
My words are my world, it or not they mean a lot to some
Can't say that I'm of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if they things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn objects of animal
in a still picture of the La Brea tar pit
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress spanning you and I
Inversatile if here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I warm
By burning dead smelling the beats and never cess
So, um, you can walk the streets until the no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the
Police in 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, hip-hop for the advancement of mankind
More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a
So when the still smells
like a million dead corpses and kerosene
To burn down the walls of the village and the castle,
run up the
Take 'em to the river, now we can
aint premillenium 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 thousand

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Ever to Hell?
This is a photo album outlines in increments
The is dead
Instructed look at the scene of the askin' for forgiveness,
no
No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the cast
??? me rip it and mark my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections in insurrections getting bad ones
isn't 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 right now,
so I don't need to 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 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 probably
It's been a long time since those pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, design has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know real name
Hip-hop aint dead, the just wack,
indie hip-hop's a fair
your sights set
What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or
I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain
It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in skirts
is the verge, the melting point
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 women feeding my ego or what little is left
No, this is gangsta rap and my unbuttoned
We're stealing of brilliance in the limelights
choppin' up keys to break the
Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know to shut up
Or maybe is turntable music,
scratch the I's and I'll yours
Or what if is honest music, and I mean every other word I say
take anything literal, out-of-context,
just it for what 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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