Luyện nghe bài hát Candy Strip Experience

Mic checka checker, never a
Story-observin'-time this I ain't the wrecker
Of brainpan, veins and there's a
Grind teeth, in a small
Population, frustration - ready to bug
No formation, it's really hard streettugs
So the shock with rock, different from a jvc box
Another sick dance some designer drug
to men in caps baggies hoodies
Eyes of destruction, now you look moody ?
Day and nighttime, they prowl a nightowl
Dispatchin' more tactics my man colin powell
They dodge, hush, without a blush
Cat and with five-o that holds a grudge
And like that

On the
Candy's out of hands
Gotta note you man
On the
stroll in a trance
Understand one glance
On the
build-up ain't clean
Not far a dream
On the

Man, man, man, man
I must say I'm
you dilyy-dally 'round the methadon bus
The soul with the same as their pockets
the supply guy, don't need no ducats
And off to the spot
Be a leech for the twat a lot
Had a - that can no longer last
up fast in the moments of rash
Had a bash for the 'n purse that you snatched
Take cardboard tatch, a home to rest
Shame in a when the eye's upon you
A tramp in the land, but the world went too
psycho-paranoid, it's the world you dodge
Starin' at the bloodcrust, monster of lust