Luyện nghe bài hát E.B.A.H.

Intro: Tech
I'm hella mixed up, yes, I
A lot of and bad stuff as I grow
So now that I gotta life when I'm both all I can say

Tech N9ne
What's my EBAH!
Evil brain, angel
Evil brain, heart
brain, angel heart
Evil brain, heart!

[Verse 1: Tech
Fucking right, I'm a and I'm loving it
Call me anything but my government
I can a bit, no, a big my love'll get
But in my brain I stay insane and I'm on some other shit!
Really wanna fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get of this
See me take what I stuck her then I gotta run and give it to another chick
Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a
Making them Magnum rubbers split, what a prick, the sick!
Now back to my love, like to go
Even when it's annoying like long hair
I can so share my heart in the air
And it's no fair, the of it is so rare
Bloody murder, muddy of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take your time
Call me Chakra-tease or you can call me N9ne
But since I my new sinister out of respect I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 2: Tech
me, Lord
I'm an angel and on this wicked planet nobody my angle is love
I was sent from above, but landed in blood
bandit, I've become a frightful damage and scud
Missile you Mitchells are misinformed and mixed in the of my menace
Murderous, Michael my mimic
Mom, you made a monster, I'm making in minutes
motivated mishap asmodeus monikers mended
Feel like I'm on Molly, heart as big as my
When a gets naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My obese heart when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, a beast, I'm yelling
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched rhymes
Take me light and my darkness take your breath time
Call me or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new out of respect I'm

Hook: N9ne

Verse 3: Tech
My heart, smell like, vanilla
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of things
Of brings bright wings, placement from thy king
Knight, seems right around the in my dreams
shit, piss and human puke is this smell
To ever wondered my level, this is hell
Inside my crown I kill a gangster fecies pig tail
And I'll 137 years like Ishmael
Yeah.. Nigga, it misspelled
E.B.A.H, there go A. Yates
Using women as a bait, and face, fishscale!
Just another nut, all the others
as a buttercup and fake as a rubber duck
Evil brain, heart, yes, I utter much
And I never cover up, (I'm a Klusterfuk)