Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

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

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I've a biplane dog fighter Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the dirty
Destiny sighting, important as split the prints
God the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back five
Only to muscle the overcooked
Fending fatality successful dodging violets
All hail and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who the fifth golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom beyond the pickets
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking a pinball tilt built landscape
Terradactle circling
I bite the bullet in a shadow
Suck and rust the gulps
And spit the directly back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency factors a estimate of zero
My testament is b-boy stances
past the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the billy goat beard, the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah never swam up summerjam classic
the bed backwards bastard
Scaverning the grounds 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, check your
I am not a vision, check your
Just a simple delinquent
No it will not you shove your Lincoln

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I settle
I peddle in the mud
I alone, I rebel zone planting
I alone stand in a coma
All up to your dome, I alone

"Now you see me, now you don't" [Method

[Aesop
Well he was maverick enough but scraped up
183 innovation for the kids
Brick foot honor
through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
Without a care inside from posting the
Mal-adjusted blank civilian dispersed feelings
Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster
This nervous twitch mark the most delectable
See Aesop starving troops in cell with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in
I'd rather the floors and watch you hide them
Feel the look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of batches sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
a fuckin wind-up toy
A four string criminal trading card
The reason they decorate the of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after hard
Catch more Z's than Rip Van 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all the masked illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge thirty
I alone pour while they fidget
If the revolution ain't be televised
Then fuck, probably miss it

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