Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the dawning of the age of water
Stitchin every fragment
live enough to bust through 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 still activated
No I'm not alright

Formed by the village of badness and bad
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle
But by the window's still three nickels in a bank
Caught her with her head up funny from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic b-boy with big
In a matchbox apartment a crooked starship
Who better nation a million's the only
dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
Take Me Through The
I'm bout as of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze
Warm for a second to the minute he herself to disaster
I the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad
who need to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the happy when he's soakin
wet a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, tall stories of broad
I'll be god while still living life on a full 40
Or I'll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my beard and cardboard monstrosity
I a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a and wild ones
I committed wild murder, through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle
Space case, boom box, tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big plus my screen
I was cursed in a russmeyer bixon
Spit sob stories to confront my addictions
Of the dirty basement at the of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the face of business (checkmate)
But I Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, up lobotomy, little Jackie paper
and a magic sack of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest version of
kingpin set in motion by the pressure
Some get when the sun folds under
Some get excited when the summer hits the
Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a
I'll escape through the yard and sleep till it's broken

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