Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Any die, if the the soldier begins to bore
score, seven bullets
Yeah, hit the nigga
you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm to enlighten you with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in plate
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And I'll fill you up the energy the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a green bag of the bomb
Now I'm fuckin' your head, and you realize that it's tricky
(Hey hey hey)
Got you paranoid, feelin' the void, you can't it
The bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you danger
In the stranger's eye, the comes second nature
Your battle filled up the it's fallin' out, hear you callin' out
For help, and all the fuckin' yellin' to is
(Ha ah ah motherfucka', motherfucka')
Crawlin' and beggin' for mercy means nothing when you
I'm pushin the and straight dumpin on fools frontin'
Boo yah, on

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

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