Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

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

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I've been a dog fighter Henson invention
burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the dirty
Destiny dream sighting, important as the prints
God the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back dimensions
Only to the overcooked specimen
tragic fatality successful dodging violets
All Mary and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who holds the golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom beyond the pickets
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
Y'all hesitate to it!
I was walking through a pinball built landscape
circling turtle
I bite the bullet in a wingspan
Suck and rust the oxygen
And spit the metal directly up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency factors a lowball of zero
My testament is striking b-boy
past the foggy mirror
With clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah swam up inside summerjam classic
Under the bed backwards
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a to keep at arms length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check mission
I am not a vision, your mission
Just a sourpatch delinquent
No it will not help you shove Lincoln

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

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

[Aesop
he was maverick enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 innovation for the
Brick ironlung honor
Escape 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 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 that cause you ride in
I'd find the floors and watch you hide them
Feel the look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a fuckin toy
A goddamn four string trading card
The reason they decorate the fonts of closing
To boost on-looker amusement fading hard
Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all the masked illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
thirty balance
I pour talent while they fidget
If the revolution ain't gon' be
Then fuck, I'll miss it

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