Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

"We now to you...music" *cut up*
"Music to you stutter"

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I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, important as the prints
God shit the planet "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back five
Only to muscle the specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful violets
All Mary and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who the fifth golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom beyond the pickets
The house next to when the stickball clears the fence
Y'all to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt built
Terradactle circling
I bite the in a wingspan shadow
Suck and rust the oxygen
And spit the metal directly back up the
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a lowball of zero
My testament is b-boy stances
Dancing the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the billy goat beard, the spirit
I'm at six of sexy sarcasm
Yeah never swam up inside classic
Under the bed bastard
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a to keep at arms length
Adjacent to little lattice makeshift
Sick security mechanism, your mission
I am not a vision, your mission
Just a sourpatch delinquent
No it will not help you your Lincoln

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I settle
I peddle in the mud
I alone, I condone rebel planting
I stand in a social coma
All up to dome, follow I alone

"Now you see me, now you don't" Man]

[Aesop
Well he was maverick but still scraped up
Taki 183 for the kids
Brick ironlung honor
Escape through the night like a disgruntled Krylon bomber
Without a inside from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted faced civilian dispersed feelings
Reeling in several separate fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch mark the most delectable
See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for blind cause you ride in
I'd rather find the and watch you hide them
Feel the look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of this batches wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a fuckin toy
A goddamn four string criminal trading
The reason they decorate the fonts of closing
To on-looker amusement after fading hard
Catch more Z's Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the masked
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge balance
I alone pour talent while fidget
If the revolution ain't gon' be
Then fuck, I'll probably it

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