Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

Top of the
Yet I aint never left my head to turn and back
Every second page is
writ mood
In the perfect world I set the mood
And in abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of love
Chemical imbalanceship,
My scientist fiction, I kick space that's 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 mean a lot to
Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll 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 life of the La Brea tar pit
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a 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 keep
By dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess
So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the are drawn
This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't
I'm known by most, by many, endured by the rest
Police in skin, I'm so East,
well then why did I end up on the
wanna 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 chain smells
a million dead 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 premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful
A million bleeding hearts prose in blood
To live and die a thousand

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been 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 degrading anybody, everybody's in the for the Sole cast
??? watch me rip it and my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections in insurrections getting bad ones
This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar
Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my
And is Sole, and we're makin love right now,
so I don't need to take her to the
This is a love song, I pass out roses the thorns in my flesh
It's like are groupies, I'm a mammal,
my whole life's a 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 since those mountain pipe were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, design has gotten vain,
So emcees I feeling you, if I don't know your real name
aint dead, the industry's just wack,
indie a demo fair
Keep your set
What do you wanna move, rappers, or posteriors?
I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and 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
This is psychopath, this is rap
With violence,
My life is stranded on an island no food
and beautiful women feeding my ego or little is left
No, this is gangsta rap and my unbuttoned
We're stealing moments of in the limelights
choppin' up keys to the floodgates
Maybe is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up
Or this is turntable music,
scratch the I's and I'll scratch
Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other I say
Don't anything literal, out-of-context,
just take it for it is
If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be
line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)

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