Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

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

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle
But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy
Caught her with her head up stomach from the hunger pains
automatic 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
Me Through The Gates
I'm as sick 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 recognize the cankers by the mechanical
As opposed to the of big brother bad slapper
who need to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll now, ask after
Calibrate the happy scale when soakin
wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it zero
Stripped ego, tall 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 billygoat and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad of gumption
Not bad bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild activater sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I committed wild murder, through the city
with a merger, woke 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 plus my screen
I was cursed in a russmeyer bixon
sob stories to confront my dick addictions
Of the dirty at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my through the face of painstaking 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 version of paranoia
set in motion by the secondhand pressure
Some get excited the sun folds under
Some get excited when the hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a
I'll escape the train yard and sleep till it's broken

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