Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the of the age of dead water
every b-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust through the with a fist up
This is a right now generation murdered by the fan
This is adored by the water
With a still force
No I'm not feelin

Formed by the village of and bad karma
by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy
Caught her her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed b-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked
Who better nation a the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet centerpiece
Take Me The Gates
I'm bout as sick of burning find the slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze
Warm for a to the minute he whored herself to disaster
I the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As to the skip of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask
Calibrate the happy scale when he's
wet a mouthful of dead 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 be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat and cardboard monstrosity
I a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning
Wildchild activater activate enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I wild murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, up in a wildstyle burner
Space case, 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 never in a russmeyer bixon
sob stories to confront 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, Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest of paranoia
kingpin set in motion by the secondhand
Some get excited when the sun under
Some get excited when the summer the pavement
get excited when the bullet hits bone and a board
I'll escape through the yard and sleep till it's broken

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