Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

(Chorus)
I've so many places
In my life and
Yes, sung 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 is anthem
writ mood
In the perfect world I set the mood
And in perverted abodes, I rogue
Enflame clothes and sing of underdepression love
imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the only 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 that my time will never come
Can't exist the bottle, you'll crack under 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 life of the La Brea tar pit
Walking the 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 corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By dead bodies 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 by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in skin, I'm so East,
well then why did I end up on the
Don't wanna my cadence,
and structure design of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, music for the advancement of mankind
More an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
So the chain still smells
like a million dead and kerosene marching
To burn down the walls of the and storm the castle,
run up the
'em to the river, now we can spawn
This aint premillenium tension, it's the 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 to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo outlines in increments
The infrastructure is
Instructed look at the of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
no
No degrading anybody, in the alleyway for the Sole cast
??? watch me rip it and mark my in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad
This isn't spoken word, it's the of Sugar Hill
Right now, girl is transfixed upon my hips
And this is Sole, and we're makin love now,
so I need to take her to the hotel
This is a love song, I pass out roses with the 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 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 greatest I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real
Hip-hop aint dead, the just wack,
indie hip-hop's a demo
Keep sights set
What do you move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm still a fan, insider, and brain nigga
It's we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts
This is the verge, the melting
your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore
This is psychopath, this is 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 moments of brilliance 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 scratch yours
Or what if is honest music, and I mean every other word I say
Don't anything literal, out-of-context,
just take it for it is
If you want labels, we can divide, I'll be strong
line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)

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