Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Del Song; Operator

(Scratching, dialogue)
I seek like mines
so my mind finds inner
and a beast
could devour
my powers
survivors of this holocaust.
be hopeful,
never thinkin' all is
in my sector,

slidin',
collidin' with my
so I fight while threaten me,
me -
well I'm mild,
the world me gnarly,
but an not hardly.
I with it.
I a bit
the weather,
I need to my pieces back together.
apart, stallin' a heart of sincerity
since there be another stoplight
and its not
so I might go insane of this
of
maintain a line that has tame
the tempest.
I'm looking to my interests.
I tried to post or tried to impress

so why do I got to
every single day it seems the way of the is rougher.
And then you wonder why I to hallucinate,
because I never thought I would get used to hate.
So I imbedded my within my mind,
and
was the only way I kept from confined
to quarters,
sure there's times and bad,
but the bad are overwhelming,
and how the hell
get out of I ask you,
you to give an answer;
at my brain like it was cancer.
Worryin'.
Hurryin',
My processes.
I got
in my skull,
a million secretaries scary
when they type 200 per minute.
It occurred to me I'm in it.
I'm the boss,
the honcho,
at to this mutiny.
The idea is cute to me.
so I it
and let my get
and deeper
until it vibrates like a
and I maintain it.
So what's the
D.E.L. the visionary and I come with the absurd shit.
[Break with "call the operator" sample]
If I had not one I would be gooooone.
Way in outer space one sooooong:
'Zippety doo dah, day,
my oh my a wonderful day
my mind's dusted'.

out the stars, I'm the satellite.
Transmittin, fit in situations that'll rattle -
'em,
'em to go farther.
So I go father,
my brain out with mental lava.
Scalding,
all
rearrange so I socialize,
when you my eyes.
The pupils,
I scruples,
'cause I told myself I'd do it again,
but now I grin.
on the inside,
men to strap me
in a jacket
I laugh and I'm happy
for two straight,
these hate me
and make me wanna cower,
but lately been feeling like a tower.
and sturdy,
wordy, I never say a word,
when I say a word,
before it's they never heard.
Nothing ever except within my cerebellum,
so I'll never 'em,
tell 'em,
never 'em.
I'll tell it to my soul and over
even though I'm locked within a with padded walls,
I'm sober.
Inspections,
injections,
me confined
to my thoughts
and this is how I my mind.
[Break with laughter]