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 I gotta live life when I'm both all I can say

Hook: Tech
my name? EBAH!
Evil brain, heart
Evil brain, heart
Evil brain, angel
Evil brain, heart!

[Verse 1: N9ne]
right, I'm a maniac and I'm loving it
Call me 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!
wanna fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this
See me take what I stuck her with then I run and give it to another chick
Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a
Making them rubbers split, what a prick, the brother's sick!
Now to my love, like to go there
Even when it's annoying like long nose
I can so share my in the cold air
And it's no fair, the of it is so rare
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched rhymes
Take me and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me Chakra-tease or you can me Tech 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 planet nobody understands my angle is love
I was sent from above, but landed in blood
Psycho bandit, I've become a frightful damage and
Missile you Mitchells are misinformed and mixed in the middle of my
Murderous, Michael my mimic
Mom, you a monster, I'm making minions in minutes
motivated mishap asmodeus monikers mended
Feel I'm on Molly, heart as big as my body
When a hottie gets naughty, it's racing like a
My obese heart swelling when it hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, like a beast, I'm
Bloody murder, word of wretched death rhymes
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 sinister out of I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 3: Tech
My heart, smell like, icing
If slicing my chest open, a beam of nice things
Of Christ brings bright wings, placement from thy
Knight, right around the corner in my dreams
Horse shit, and human puke is this smell
To whom ever wondered my level, this is
Inside my crown I kill a gangster fecies pig tail
And I'll live 137 years Ishmael
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't
E.B.A.H, there go A. Yates
women 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 much
And I never cover up, (I'm a Klusterfuk)