Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Del Song; Operator

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

slidin',
collidin' with my
so I fight while they me,
me -
well I'm mild,
the world me gnarly,
but an not hardly.
I deal it.
I a bit
the weather,
I to pull my pieces back together.
Fallin' apart, stallin' a 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 to my better interests.
I never tried to or tried to impress

so why do I got to
every single day it seems the way of the is rougher.
And then you why I love to hallucinate,
because I never thought I would get used to hate.
So I my time within my mind,
and
was the only way I kept from bein'
to quarters,
there's good times and bad,
but the bad are overwhelming,
and how the things
get out of I ask you,
you have to give an
at my brain like it was cancer.
Worryin'.
Hurryin',
My processes.
I got
in my skull,
a million actin' scary
they 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 idea is 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 visionary and I come the absurd shit.
[Break with "call the operator" sample]
If I had not one friend I be gooooone.
Way in space singin' one sooooong:
'Zippety doo dah, day,
my oh my what a day
my mind's dusted'.

out the stars, I'm the satellite.
Transmittin, fit in that'll rattle tikes -
'em,
'em to go farther.
So I go father,
burnin' my out with mental lava.
Scalding,
all
so I never socialize,
when you my eyes.
The pupils,
I scruples,
'cause I myself I'd never do it again,
but now I grin.
on the inside,
men tried to me
in a jacket
I laugh and I'm happy
for two straight,
these powers me
and make me wanna cower,
but I've been feeling like a tower.
and sturdy,
wordy, though I say a word,
'cause I say a word,
before it's they never heard.
ever changes except within my cerebellum,
so never tell 'em,
never 'em,
tell 'em.
I'll tell it to my soul over and
even though I'm locked within a room with walls,
I'm sober.
Inspections,
injections,
keep me
to my thoughts
and is how I lost my mind.
with maniacal laughter]