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 enlighten you with the
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in plate
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And I'll fill you up with the the hill create
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, a green 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 can't it
The bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy
ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes 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 nothing when you bluffin'
I'm the button 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 feelin' the force, meant for remorse, right the source
Your head is, fucked and I'm skippin' the intercourse
Behold, the Mic horse, takin' a loss nigga
Got the Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin' paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, germaniator
The greater the risk you hater
Hit you the pyscho beta, clickin' the fader slow
With the hi lo, the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you to see the reason
I'm easin' to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin'
Nighty night,

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