Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Any die, if the beholder the begins to bore
Four score, seven
Yeah, hit the floor
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even
I'm here to you with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And I'll fill you up with the the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a green bag of the diggy
Now I'm fuckin' your head, and you realize that it's tricky
(Hey hey hey)
Got you paranoid, feelin' the void, you take it
The reward bein' destroyed, toy
With ya mind, all deployed, you find danger
In the eye, the killin' comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin' out, you callin' out
For help, and all the fuckin' yellin' to is
(Ha ah ah motherfucka', motherfucka')
Crawlin' and for mercy means nothing when you bluffin'
I'm pushin the button and straight 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, engage in a battle of the
(Checkmate motherfucker)
You feelin' the force, meant for remorse, right from the
Your head is, gettin' fucked and I'm the intercourse
Behold, the Mic horse, you're a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, weed
The the risk you fuckin' hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, the fader slow
the hi lo, servin' the blow, who got the glow
Dead men no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easin' to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's season
night, mothafucka'

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