Luyện nghe bài hát Clay

When I landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I my focus
so we exceeded dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused
I don't suppose you're too much time
breaking too much mind trying to the parable?
that dismantled and the lines in need of some assembly
so I can the secret key and free all the emcees
this spins on a thin axis
all passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to weed,
and the mic and spoon-feed?
there's to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this you need to ride it to the end

what could you say as the Earth gets and further away?
planets as small as of clay (x4)
some shells get
some keep their wigs
some get exposed as little man big
some make and some stay daydreamers
but seems to want some loot, food and a beemer
well make mine green with camo insides,
10 percent tints, Mr. Pibb and some fries
inch by I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day getting harder to stay sober
again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be
what makes me mighty and tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I be wrong
I grip this mic tight it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the play
the difference is the day to the some clay, what
- 4X]
who's is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of fate, I know this
so do the people get pissed when this microphonist spits
too get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's
I deliver subtle submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? the misfits
the only residue came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em fathom
where the 'Mats?
I may be on
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get to it
there's than sand and fluid
in how I and evolve
can we the secrets? No.
can we trinkets? No.
so the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a me here
from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware is fatal
when I go, I wanna go Ho, taken by the play-dough
- 4X]