Luyện nghe bài hát Cemantics

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Let's about the incredible rap flow
We can a Dinner for Five with John Favreau
See it comes to me
One of my integral attributes, is to be tactful
I can who's nicer, who's not an emcee
Through falsifiable scientific
In recent times, I find it's been about the rhymes
The is very politicized
Those who sympathize they hearts and minds
Show through the mouth, body language and eyes
Sometimes I say to myself, why do I try
In spite of whatever happens, I love it I die

If you don't in the other dimensions you been duped
They're the main ingridience in this soup
See the mouse?, it
the edges with Avid
Is the picture of a duck or a rabbit
You see ass and tits?, to madness
Please, try to the following passage
Magenetohydrodynamic
Translated into language you'll never understand it
It's on the crowd is cheering me on
Waving they arms, like they Falun Gong
Firearms quarters of a million troops strong
In a file line, stretched out a mile long
Thermodynamics of the law
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater
the dry desert in the featureless sand
Water is to the meaning of man
I know but I tell
There's more to the human race than proteins and protocells
Chemical evolution, L- and D-form
That from the love of Hip Hop and Rap music

The of the words, I attack the earth with
I bet you submerge dry and wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink with english, the refuses to print
My daughter blue, and my son likes pink
Man, give me a
What kind of world are we living I think it stinks
Whatever life you live, it's a quiz
If you percieve something to be real it is
Force kids to listen to Dead Prez, before they go to bed
Send them to school, put in special Ed
Reinforce their paranoia of the
Make sure they dreads and they live on the edge
The philosiphy of the hard-knocks, pan-psychics sit on the
And to talk to rocks
In the projects where harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when they get
If you can survive or in the Jamacan ghetto
You deserve a Congressional
My heart goes out to all the bloods
The heart has the mind knows not of
From the first to the twelfth
I keep a twelfth pump in the trunk, for the day when Hell
Was invincible on the mic I held one
My motto was to blaze all and spare
I came, I saw, I conquered, now just an empty void
Mic come holla at your boy