Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to
Four score, seven
Yeah, hit the nigga
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even
I'm here to enlighten you with the
Bring it raw, the red, dead meat, in your plate
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And I'll you up with the energy the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a green bag of the bomb
Now I'm fuckin' with your head, and you that it's tricky
(Hey hey hey)
Got you paranoid, feelin' the void, you take it
The bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find
In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes second
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin' out, hear you out
For help, and all the fuckin' to is yourself
(Ha ah ah motherfucka', motherfucka')
Crawlin' and beggin' for mercy means when you bluffin'
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on frontin'
Boo yah, on

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(Motherfucka', yea)
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War pigs, you dig, see out Mr. Big
a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind
(Checkmate motherfucker)
You feelin' the force, meant for remorse, right the source
Your head is, gettin' fucked and I'm skippin' the
Behold, the Mic horse, you're a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin'
Chaser bag gladiator, terminator, weed germaniator
The greater the risk you hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, the fader slow
With the hi lo, servin' the blow, who got the
Dead men no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easin' to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin'
night, mothafucka'

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