Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

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

Formed by the village of badness and bad
Punched by the stagnant water gate the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in a bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the pains
Flashed b-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked
Who better a million's the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a riding centerpiece
Me Through The Gates
I'm bout as sick of find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist conduct
Warm for a second to the minute he whored to disaster
I the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad
Theologies who need to keep the caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask
Calibrate the happy scale he's soakin
wet with a mouthful of ideas and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, tall of broad glory
I'll be god while you're still living on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be gramacin, poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard
I drink a bad glass of
Not bad meaning bad, but bad disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I committed murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big plus my screen
I was never cursed in a russmeyer
Spit sob stories to confront my dick
Of the dirty basement at the of Salem witches
Driving my stake the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of dirty
I'll be the ugliest version of
kingpin set in motion by the pressure
get excited when the sun folds under
Some get when the summer hits the pavement
Some get excited the bullet hits bone and a board
I'll escape through the train yard and sleep till it's

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