Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the of the age of dead water
Stitchin every b-boy
Somebody live enough to bust the belly with a fist up
This is a now generation murdered by the fan base
is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a force activated
No I'm not alright

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant gate threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three in a piggy bank
her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic with big visions
In a apartment adjacent a crooked starship
Who better nation a the only remedy
dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
Take Me The Gates
I'm bout as sick of find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze
Warm for a to the minute he whored herself to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the mechanical
As to the skip of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who to keep the cookies caffeinated
a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the happy scale when he's
wet with a mouthful of dead and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, stories of broad glory
I'll be god while you're still living on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and
Hidden by my beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad of gumption
Not bad bad, but bad meaning disgusting
activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I committed wild murder, through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big system plus my
I was never cursed in a russmeyer
Spit sob stories to my dick addictions
Of the basement at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I scream (better breath take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of shrubbery
I'll be the version of paranoia
set in motion by the secondhand pressure
Some get when the sun folds under
Some get excited when the hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullet hits and a board
I'll escape through the train and sleep till it's broken

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This be the of debt of warm water
A mobile b-boy
Somebody mad to cut apart the curtain with a fist up
This is the in the 88 magnificent memorial
This is the to a movement-dead water
When I fifth and got sparks
No I'm not alright