Luyện nghe bài hát Claustrophobic

My is critical.
as nice as the price is
When I select a electronic device to a sequence.
Frequent of rejection in my section
No action, no
I'm a walk in the wrong direction
Is Mad blocked ??? marked don't even ask it
I'm E.T. with the blanket in a bycicle basket.
so tight like a vice-grip
Don't trip, the tension.
??? who like a ??? its beyond comprehension.
Claustrophobic, i've that i'm surrounded
With a situation afraid its too complicated.
Technical combination ??? skeptical and
And fears with sharks and tears come out empty-handed.
??? I fuckin hate it.
I rock with a box and my cap so its crooked.
Look at theres no gimmick to mimick i'm twisted.

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

Unpractical tactical techniques I speak,
Weak minded MCs freezin wack posin frozen.
I spread my tight butt cheecks and stick the in.
Bulldozin duck MCs, suck on these!
??? what's really goin on, you recognize,
No second tries I despise ass and busters.
I couldn't her, that topic is microscopic.
to the whole spectrum of things,
Hot like tropical storms, and rapid,
twelve heads.
Well fed, if you eat my food for thought, its bulk,
I bust a rage like the Incredible Hulk.
Don't sulk, just hide inside the closet as I
Data into the memory
You spank over the of my constructure.
Rough stucco
I Pumas, fat laces, ??? and B-Boy belt buckles.
Suckas, chuckle, fuckle them MCs
I flow the breeze ???
The to ??? is what I am.
Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to
Tight rappers running circles around
like a satelite, not bad, aight?
Naw, west rocks 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 function
My is gone!
Omision to pick up the pieces
To ???
Tension at a rapid rate.
of a feather flock together
So the Mad Child's alone to zodiac dimension
All I've got is my reflection, even then i'm boxin.
Tryin to mends with God but the devil always walks in.
see you fuckin bastard: the master of deception and persuasion.
Rushin to my soul like an
And the Dark Angel's clutches as much as I try to fight for whats
He's in control, the is too tight.

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