Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Truss It

Here the drums
Here the drums

Bass in face
Not an track
it good to the wood
So the give you some a dat
to the fax
That I kick and it
And it stay
Pointin' to the joint put the down

Goin' goin' to the roots
givin' it up
So turn me
But again I got a story
That's than the hardcore
of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still on
I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum

From the base motherland, the of the drum
Invaded by the diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us
and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I my teeth
So here's a to the strong
'Bout a shake of a
And the went along wit dat

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Kickin' rhymes
Like a fortune
'Cause the done by Jack
everybody at
Divided and
For liquor and the
in the back
For the other man to

Now the that I'm kickin' is glory
Little rock they be
Dockin' this
No hope I'm
Plus tackled
By the hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue, and his crew
The guy's authorized beat for the brown

Man to the man, each one so it one
Born to terrorize, and every brother
One love who said it, I know Whodini it
But the hater taught
That's why we gang it
Beware of the
When it's comin' from the
I ain't trippin' just ya step

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An' I everyone, one by the one
Look here come the
Watch it he come now

I can only guess what's
ago, he woulda been
The ship's
me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, all contact
Got me layin' on my
Rollin' in my own
When I roll over, I roll over in else's

90 damn days on a ship
Count 'em off
1, 2, 3, 4 at a time
Blood in the wood and it's
I'm on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain chained
Still gotta give it I got
It's hot in the day, it's cold in the

But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to alive
My boils up inside
And that ain't it, you I'll every quit
Still I pray to get my hands
The neck of the man the whip
3 months pass, brand a label on my ass
To signify,
I'm on the

Sayin' 1555, how I'm
We livin' here
Livin' the word
I been
got
Classify us in the
haves
'Cause it's all money

When it comes to
I'm gettin' mine
Here I am turn it Sam
427 to the
Do you
That's why hard
For the black to the land
again

Bass in face
Not an eight
Gettin' it good to the
So the
you some a dat
to the fax
That I kick and it
And it around

Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha
Goin', goin', to the roots
givin' it up
So turn me
But then again I got a
That's than the hardcore
Cost of the
I'm talin' 'bout the one still on

I know, I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland, the of the drum
by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, us faded
King and chief had a big beef
Because of dat now I my teeth
So a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a
And the smile went wit dat

Can't it
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Can't it
Can't it

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