Luyện nghe bài hát E.B.A.H.

Intro: N9ne
I'm hella mixed up, yes, I
A lot of and bad stuff as I grow
So now that I gotta live life when I'm all I can say

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

[Verse 1: Tech
Fucking right, I'm a maniac and I'm it
me anything but my motherfucking government
I can love a bit, no, a big my get
But in my brain I stay and I'm always on some other shit!
Really fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough 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, a prick, the brother's sick!
Now back to my love, like to go
Even when it's annoying like nose hair
I can so my heart in the cold air
And it's no fair, the size of it is so
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death
Take me light and my darkness will take your breath
Call me Chakra-tease or you can call me Tech
But since I my new sinister out of respect I'm

Hook: N9ne

Verse 2: N9ne
me, Lord
I'm an angel and on this planet nobody understands my angle is love
I was sent from above, but landed in blood
Psycho bandit, become a frightful damage and scud
Missile you Mitchells are and mixed in the middle 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, as big as my body
When a hottie naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My heart swelling when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, a beast, I'm yelling
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death
Take me light and my will take your breath time
Call me or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new out of respect I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 3: Tech
My heart, smell like, vanilla
If slicing my chest open, a light of nice things
Of Christ brings bright wings, placement thy king
Knight, seems right the corner in my dreams
shit, piss and human puke is this smell
To whom ever my level, this is hell
Inside my crown I kill a gangster with pig tail
And I'll live 137 years like
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't
E.B.A.H, go creepy A. Yates
Using as a bait, and they face, fishscale!
Just another nut, all the others
Sweet as a buttercup and fake as a rubber
Evil brain, angel heart, yes, I utter
And I never cover up, (I'm a Klusterfuk)