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 still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state

Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm still
Upright...but dead
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 of the corn
-er Liquor don't want to kick it no more...
holes have filled 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 shut the fuck up

Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the 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 below me to overlook
I know you read my every move, I wrote the

Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. is my "to be continued..."
the nervousness in my footnotes when being 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 to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And they know that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their and I spit a wretched verse in their face...
Disrespecting their space
In a split second, curtains and drapes get
They they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their with a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you the haps:"

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

I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated to come
but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and
My father taught me one thing...how to a gun
I bother...this is survival for fun

I become the most sinister sin city slicker *************
cynical dim 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 them stubby toes!
I them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. knows the pain I've seen
knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed

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

I am not here to a change. I break chains
I dance moves and move Strange--
Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission
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 baby
Baby, did you know I love women who hate
I talk it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!!

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the in boring small talk,
And I've trade marked this facial expression the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups infringe my copyrights
All them want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get when 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 not to fight me and to give up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier I thought it would be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited
Unfortunately, only got so many hundred openings
But talk to me, I to take you all under my broken wings

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 woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now