Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

Sun set and sun I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches...moving from bottoms to plateaus
The Earth...manipulates itself me
I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this 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 up and the children of the corn
-er Liquor don't want to kick it no more...
because holes filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore

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

Jump in 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 these clouds lovely?
signals...manipulate themselves above me
No symbols...are below me enough to
I know you 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 when interviewed
Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how you?"
Brought it right to me like "What've you been up to?"

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

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

I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to
but its too late 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 sinister sin city slicker *************
dim witted trixter
critical shit hipster
Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be
Be
not to any...sudden...movements
Show me sole...I like to study shoe prints

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

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

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

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk,
And I've trade this facial expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions by ninjas and hockey fights
discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
All them want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend them into the of a pretzel
I make flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard...
When I asked 'em politely not to 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 it as long as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, only got so many hundred openings
But talk to me, I want to you all under my broken wings

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

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