Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

Sun set and sun I'm my own personal light show
switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The Earth...manipulates beneath me
I still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state

Life...manipulates itself me, but I'm dead still
Upright...but dead
Word is still born...I will not stoop to the of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the boarded up and the children of the corn
-er Liquor Store don't to kick it no more...
because holes have the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore

I saw y'all walk from the of tough luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the up

in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, the change
How strange...you think clouds look lovely?
signals...manipulate themselves above me
No symbols...are below me enough to
I know you my every move, I wrote the book

Mind not the blemishes are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being
uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"
Brought it right back to me "What've you been up to?"

I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who down the stairs
I walk the streets. And don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched in their face...
Disrespecting personal space
In a split second, curtains and drapes get
They think they've shut me out, but I can see ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their windows with a stone that has a attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and a poem to let you know the haps:"

"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry down
to this world. Bury me now."

I am from a distant place sits and waits for my belated time to come
but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" the deaf, blind and dumb
My father me one thing...how to fire a gun
I don't bother...this is for fun

I have become the most sinister sin city *************
cynical dim witted
shit grinning hipster
Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be
Be
not to any...sudden...movements
Show me your sole...I like to study prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them toes!
I left guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain seen
knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed

Climb trees...go out on a
To me...forget about him
Forget about hymns...what are psalms that you sing
What are those songs are in your head echoing...

I am not here to make a change. I break
I break dance moves and move
Strange Famous is infamous for mission statements
Living in basements with subterranean service agents
With little patience. A pediatrician who kids
Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own bibs
Baby, did you I love women who hate mankind?
I talk about it all the time....keep it comin' HUH!!!

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring talk,
And I've trade marked facial expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion infringe upon my copyrights
All them bitches want me tonight...I've been so and respectful
They only get salty when I bend into the shape of a pretzel
I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It got hard...
When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier than I thought it be
They'll attend any and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred
But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken

the right man for the job?!
Put up your y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up to God

Who's the right woman?! up one hand...and wave it now