Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the dawning of the age of water
Stitchin every fragment
Somebody enough to bust through the belly with a fist up
This is a right now murdered by the fan base
This is by the writers-Dead water
With a still activated
No I'm not feelin

Formed by the village of badness and bad
Punched by the stagnant water threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy
Caught her with her head up funny from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic b-boy big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a starship
Who better nation a million's the only
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding
Take Me Through The
I'm bout as sick of burning find the slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist conduct
Warm for a second to the minute he whored to disaster
I recognize the by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad
Theologies who need to the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll now, ask after
Calibrate the scale when he's soakin
wet with a mouthful of ideas 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 be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of
Not bad meaning bad, but bad disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to for a accolade and wild ones
I committed murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, up in a wildstyle burner
case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big system plus my
I was cursed in a russmeyer bixon
Spit sob stories to confront my addictions
Of the basement at the graves of Salem witches
my stake through the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, up lobotomy, little Jackie paper
and a magic dragon of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the version of paranoia
kingpin set in motion by the secondhand
Some get excited when the sun under
Some get when the summer hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullet hits and a board
I'll escape through the train yard and till it's broken

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