Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

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

[Aesop
I've been a biplane dog Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Racer gene splicing
Mach force, the extorted style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints
God shit the planet screaming "What on is that?"
I sit back dimensions
Only to muscle the overcooked
Fending tragic successful dodging violets
All hail and hello dollies!
I ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who holds the fifth golden
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
Y'all to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball built landscape
Terradactle turtle
I bite the bullet in a shadow
Suck and the oxygen gulps
And spit the metal directly back up the
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a lowball estimate of
My testament is striking stances
Dancing past the mirror
wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
never swam up inside summerjam classic
Under the bed backwards
the carnival grounds for an outlet
WHO THE IS AES ROCK?
I'm not a to keep at arms length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check your
I am not a vision, your mission
Just a sourpatch delinquent
No it not help you shove your Lincoln

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

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

[Aesop
Well he was enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 for the kids
Brick foot honor
Escape through the night like a teen 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 bins
(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 haggered look brain castle
Blasting out the back of this batches sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a fuckin toy
A goddamn four string criminal card
The reason they the fonts of closing credits
To boost on-looker after fading hard
Catch Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge balance
I alone pour talent while fidget
If the ain't gon' be televised
Then fuck, probably miss it

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