Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

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

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I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson
Trooper burst of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, the extorted style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints
God the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back five
Only to muscle the specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful violets
All hail and hello dollies!
I ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who holds the fifth golden
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion the pickets
The house 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 in a wingspan shadow
Suck and rust the oxygen
And the metal directly back up the barrel
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a lowball estimate of
My is striking b-boy stances
past the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah never swam up inside summerjam
Under the bed bastard
Scaverning the carnival grounds for an
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a to keep at arms length
Adjacent to little quilt makeshift
Sick mechanism, check your mission
I am not a vision, check mission
Just a sourpatch delinquent
No it will not you shove your Lincoln

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

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

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

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