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 nigga
Take you outdoor, frightens you even more
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 the energy the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm with 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 deployed, you find danger
In the eye, the killin' comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's 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 button and straight dumpin on fools
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 the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin' and I'm skippin' the intercourse
Behold, the Mic horse, takin' a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't no cross, my fuckin' paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, weed
The the risk you fuckin' hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin' the fader
With the hi lo, the blow, who got the glow
men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin' season
Nighty night,

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