Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Del Song; Operator

(Scratching, dialogue)
I souls like mines
so my mind inner peace
and then a
could never
my powers
from of this holocaust.
be hopeful,
never all is lost
in my sector,

slidin',
collidin' with my
so I while they threaten me,
me -
well I'm mild,
the makes me gnarly,
but an not hardly.
I deal it.
I a bit
the weather,
I need to my pieces back together.
Fallin' apart, stallin' a of sincerity
since there be another stoplight
and its not
so I might go insane of brain
of
maintain a line that has been
the tempest.
I'm looking to my interests.
I never tried to post or tried to

so why do I got to
single day it seems the way of the world is rougher.
And then you wonder why I to hallucinate,
I never ever thought I would get used to hate.
So I my time within my mind,
and
was the only way I kept bein' confined
to quarters,
sure there's times and bad,
but the bad are overwhelming,
and how the things
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 actin' scary
when type 200 words per minute.
It occurred to me I'm in it.
I'm the boss,
the honcho,
at to this mutiny.
The whole is cute to me.
so I it
and let my get
deeper and
until it vibrates like a
and I maintain it.
So the verdict?
It's D.E.L. the and I come with the absurd shit.
[Break freaky "call the operator" sample]
If I had not one friend I be gooooone.
Way in outer singin' 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 rattle tikes -
'em,
'em to go farther.
So I go father,
burnin' my brain out mental lava.
Scalding,
all
rearrange so I socialize,
you feel 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,
powers hate me
and make me wanna cower,
but lately I've been feeling a tower.
and sturdy,
wordy, though I say a word,
when I say a word,
before it's like they heard.
Nothing ever changes except my cerebellum,
so never tell 'em,
tell 'em,
never 'em.
tell it to my soul over and over
even though I'm locked within a room with walls,
I'm sober.
Inspections,
injections,
keep me
to my thoughts
and this is how I my mind.
[Break maniacal laughter]