Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

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

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

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

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

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

I don't to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And don't know 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 split second, curtains and get closed
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 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 chop 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 taught me one thing...how to fire a gun
I don't bother...this is for fun

I become the most 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
me your sole...I like to study shoe prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize stubby toes!
I left them with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows why 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 those psalms that you
What are those songs that are in head echoing...

I am not to make a change. I break chains
I break dance moves and move
Strange Famous is for inflammatory mission statements
Living in with subterranean secret service agents
little patience. A pediatrician who hate 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** conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk,
And I've trade marked this expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey
While discussion groups infringe my copyrights
All them want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty I bend them into the shape of a pretzel
I make flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard...
When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give up.(i think he 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier than I it would be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've got so many hundred openings
But talk to me, I want to you all under my broken wings

the right 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