Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

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

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate the fickle back
But by the window's still three in a piggy bank
Caught her her head up funny stomach 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
Nine dizzy with a bullet riding centerpiece
Me Through The Gates
I'm bout as sick of find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze
Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to
I recognize the cankers by the stagger
As opposed to the of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to keep the cookies
a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the scale when he's soakin
wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped
Stripped ego, stories of broad glory
I'll be god while you're still living life on a 40
Or maybe I'll be gramacin, poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to for a accolade and wild ones
I committed wild murder, went through the
a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no in labor days
Right now, im to break a point of big system plus my screen
I was never cursed in a bixon
Spit sob stories to my dick addictions
Of the dirty at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the face of business (checkmate)
But I Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little paper
and a dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest version of
kingpin set in motion by the secondhand
Some get excited when the sun folds
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 broken

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