Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Tales

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Any die, if the beholder the soldier to bore
Four score, seven
Yeah, hit the nigga
Take you outdoor, darkness you even more
I'm here to you with the hardcore
Bring it raw, the red, dead meat, in your plate
(Bring it raw, motherfucka)
And I'll fill you up with the energy the hill
(Will the create?)
I get sticky, like a green bag of the diggy
Now I'm fuckin' with head, and you realize that it's tricky
(Hey hey hey)
Got you paranoid, feelin' the void, you take it
The bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all deployed, you find danger
In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes second
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 pushin the button and 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 from the
Your head is, fucked and I'm skippin' the intercourse
Behold, the Mic horse, you're takin' a nigga
Got the Nina Ross, need no cross, my fuckin' paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, germaniator
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 tale no tales, you fail to see the
I'm easin' to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin'
night, mothafucka'

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