Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Any die, if the beholder the soldier to bore
Four score, bullets
Yeah, hit the floor
Take you outdoor, frightens you even more
I'm here to you with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, meat, in your plate
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And fill you up with the energy the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a bag of the bomb 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 destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you danger
In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes nature
Your battle filled up the it's fallin' out, hear you callin' out
For help, and all the yellin' to is yourself
(Ha ah ah motherfucka', motherfucka')
and beggin' for mercy means nothing when you bluffin'
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, engage in a of the mind
(Checkmate motherfucker)
You the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your is, gettin' fucked and I'm skippin' the intercourse
Behold, the Mic horse, you're a loss nigga
Got the Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin' paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, germaniator
The greater the you fuckin' hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin' the fader
the hi lo, servin' the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the
I'm easin' to the trigger, go figure, it's killin' season
night, mothafucka'

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