Luyện nghe bài hát Clay

When I first landed the damage was
anguish, anxiousness, and it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I my focus
so we exceeded recommended
now I the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much
too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of assembly
so I can the secret key and free all the emcees
this spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to weed,
and grab the mic and
more 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 gets further and further away?
as small as balls of clay (x4)
some shells get
some keep their wigs
some get exposed as man big pose
some make moves and some stay
but everybody seems to some loot, food and a beemer
well make mine green with camo insides,
10 tints, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the
but day by day getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's
movement motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another
why does my psyche give a damn about or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be
I grip this mic tight because it's all I have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the play
the difference is the day to the dust clay, what
- 4X]
who's is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a full of clay on my table
I'm of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist
too get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever
instantly away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew sprayed
when they swayed I'd em
half of 'em can't
where the from
I may be on
you can ask 'em
at last, we get down to it
there's more sand and fluid
in how I and evolve
can we solve the No.
can we trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me
centuries from now they're gonna Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go Ho, taken by the play-dough
- 4X]