Luyện nghe bài hát Claustrophobic

My is critical.
Twice as nice as the is
When I select a electronic to make a sequence.
Frequent of rejection in my section
No action, no
I'm takin a walk in the direction
Is Mad Child blocked ??? marked even ask it
I'm like E.T. the blanket in a bycicle basket.
Rapped so tight a vice-grip
Don't trip, the tension.
??? who drops like a ??? its comprehension.
Claustrophobic, founded that i'm surrounded
a no-win situation afraid its too complicated.
Technical combination ??? and dubs
And with sharks and tears will come out empty-handed.
Branded ??? I hate it.
I with a box and cock my cap so its crooked.
at theres no gimmick to mimick i'm just twisted.

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Lack of blood to the brain, me insane
I'm twisted!

Unpractical tactical techniques I speak,
Weak minded MCs freezin wack posin frozen.
I my tight butt cheecks and stick the nose in.
Bulldozin over duck MCs, on these!
??? what's goin on, you better recognize,
No second tries I despise ass and busters.
I couldn't her, that topic is microscopic.
Compared to the spectrum of things,
Hot like storms, warm and rapid,
twelve heads.
Well fed, if you eat my food for thought, its bulk,
I bust into a rage the Incredible Hulk.
Don't sulk, just hide inside the closet as I
into the memory bank
You over the texture of my constructure.
Rough stucco
I rock Pumas, fat laces, ??? and B-Boy buckles.
Suckas, chuckle, fuckle wack MCs
I flow like the ???
The to ??? is what I am.
Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to
rappers you're running circles around
Just a satelite, not bad, aight?
Naw, west coast the most!
And the ??? rascal ??? open a map and you come close.

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Lack of blood to the brain, no
Pacing back and forth, I can't
My is gone!
Omision wishin to pick up the
To ???
Tension increases at a rate.
Birds of a feather flock
So the Mad Child's alone to zodiac dimension
All I've got is my reflection, even then i'm boxin.
Tryin to make mends with God but the always walks in.
Lets see you bastard: the master of deception and persuasion.
Rushin to my soul an invasion
And the Dark Angel's clutches as much as I try to fight for right
He's in control, the is too tight.

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