Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

Sun set and sun I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches...moving from basin 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
is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up and the children of the
-er Liquor don't want to kick it no more...
because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & have become sore

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

Jump in your pick up truck. from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the
How strange...you these clouds look lovely?
Smoke signals...manipulate themselves me
No symbols...are me enough to overlook
I you read my every move, I wrote the book

not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the nervousness in my footnotes being interviewed
uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"
Brought it back to me like "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 they don't that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...
their personal space
In a second, curtains and drapes get closed
think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their windows a stone that has a note attatched
that "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"

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

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

I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
cynical dim trixter
critical 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 to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes!
I left guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've
Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how made it bleed

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

I am not here to make a change. I break
I break dance moves and move
Strange Famous is for inflammatory mission statements
Living in basements with subterranean secret agents
With little patience. A pediatrician who hate
Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own bibs
Baby, did you know I love women who hate
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 marked this facial expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by 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 I bend them into the shape of a pretzel
I make them flexible when I their schedule. It only got hard...
I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier than I thought it be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as 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

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

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