Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

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

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the back
But by the window's still three in a piggy bank
her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic b-boy with big
In a matchbox adjacent a crooked starship
Who better a million's the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet centerpiece
Take Me The Gates
I'm bout as sick of find the hottest 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 opposed to the skip of big brother bad
Theologies who to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask
Calibrate the happy scale when soakin
wet with a mouthful of dead and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, stories of broad glory
I'll be god while you're still life on a full 40
Or maybe be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and ones
I committed wild murder, went through the
with a wild merger, up in a wildstyle burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor
Right now, im here to break a point of big plus my screen
I was never in a russmeyer bixon
sob stories to confront my dick addictions
Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem
Driving my through the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I scream Misery (better take)
Out of sleep, up lobotomy, little Jackie paper
and a magic sack of dirty shrubbery
be the ugliest version of paranoia
kingpin set in by the secondhand pressure
Some get when the sun folds under
Some get when the summer hits the pavement
Some get when the bullet hits bone and a board
I'll escape through the train and sleep till it's broken

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