Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Humans

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

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 underdepression
imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the only ones that 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 will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll under pressure
No aggression, why got to learn,
if they don't things get any better
Listenin' to God burn objects of animating
in a life 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 soul survivor of a civilization
A called integrity (In that 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 building no 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, endured by the
Police in skin, I'm so East,
then why did I end up on the West???
Don't sacrifice my cadence,
and sentence structure of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, hip-hop music for the of mankind
than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
So when the still smells
a million dead corpses and kerosene marching
To burn the walls of the village and storm 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 fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding composing prose in blood
To live and die a thousand

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Ever to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo album in increments
The infrastructure is
Instructed at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
no
No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole
??? me rip it and mark my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad
This isn't word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill
now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips
And this is Sole, and we're makin love now,
so I don't need to her to the hotel
This is a love song, I out roses with the thorns in my flesh
It's these are groupies, I'm a mammal,
my whole life's a 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 since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've known
It's nothing personal, design has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your name
aint dead, the industry's just wack,
indie hip-hop's a fair
your sights set
What do you move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and nigga
It's springtime we're the and people in grass skirts
is the verge, the melting point
When your favorite emcees can't be anymore
This is psychopath, is psych rap
violence, violence
My is stranded on an island with no food
and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is
No, this is rap and my shirt's unbuttoned
stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights
choppin' up to break the floodgates
Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to up
Or maybe is turntable music,
scratch the I's and scratch yours
Or what if this is honest music, and I mean other word I say
Don't take literal, out-of-context,
take it for what 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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