Luyện nghe bài hát Claustrophobic

My is critical.
Twice as as the price is
When I select a electronic device to a sequence.
Frequent of rejection in my section
No action, no
I'm takin a walk in the direction
Is Mad blocked ??? marked don't even ask it
I'm like E.T. the blanket in a bycicle basket.
so tight like a vice-grip
Don't trip, the tension.
??? who drops a ??? its beyond comprehension.
Claustrophobic, founded that i'm surrounded
With a no-win situation its too complicated.
Technical combination ??? skeptical and
And fears with sharks and 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, leaves me
I'm twisted!

Unpractical tactical when I speak,
Weak minded MCs wack tracks posin frozen.
I spread my tight cheecks and stick the nose in.
Bulldozin over duck MCs, on these!
??? what's really on, you better recognize,
No second tries I ass kids and busters.
I couldn't trust her, 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 into a rage like the Incredible Hulk.
Don't sulk, just hide inside the as I deposit
Data into the memory
You spank the texture of my constructure.
Rough like
I Pumas, fat laces, ??? and B-Boy belt buckles.
Suckas, chuckle, them wack MCs
I like the breeze ???
The to ??? is what I am.
Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to
Tight rappers you're running around
Just a satelite, not bad, aight?
Naw, west coast the most!
And the ??? rascal ??? a map and you can't come close.

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Lack of to the brain, no simulation
Pacing back and forth, I can't
My is gone!
Omision to pick up the pieces
To ???
increases at a rapid rate.
Birds of a feather together
So the Mad Child's alone prone to zodiac
All I've got is my reflection, then i'm shadow boxin.
Tryin to make with God but the devil always walks in.
see you fuckin bastard: the master of deception and persuasion.
Rushin to my soul an invasion
And the Angel's clutches as much as I try to fight for whats right
in control, the strangle-hold is too tight.

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