Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Peoples

Watch your ear pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear pop, pop
Got this rap shit

Planet Asia, ain't a thing changed
Changed, changed,

The methods of melodic torture, mic
I'm locally accepted, respected
So gimmie and meet your death wish
Dead at the throat floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way
My mind shines harder your necklace
I violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to to stripe like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot for all you block busters
Duck it, you're with the spot rushers
Bustin' with brand new cocked

Straight out the metal shop to you up close
on the spot, there goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for goods
you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward
Easin' up in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands
conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience,
MC
you don't rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the
We hit it like Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you it, then come and get it
I'm like Show and AG or Alomar, how I it
the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent
You're a if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro
A top competitor, a world class

Spell-the-name-right.com, the site
they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the tray
my name, style Fatal like Hussein
With Asia, Defari and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev the weather fast
Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that back to the lab

Man,
From L.A. and it's

They wanna jack who step up and dump
and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not guy, my name's Defari
I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the eye
Dilated, rotated, Golden Stated
So many of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody be rhymin' with two left feet
That's like a man in lane five at the track meet

You on a star but you lookin' at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more fun
Pro sport a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with fitness
Takin' out you and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh
Ford brings the devastating mic control

I read the New Testament and it up for Lent
All the places I just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a daily
Cock my hammer, a Comet like Haley
I'll a three-eighty on ones that act Shady
I'm like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep wood status
I'll that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin' here for, son, you the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off blouse
Lift up skirt and expose your panties
For the to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist,
Scandalous, masacous, never miss
You must be crazy or just plain
You might catch a beat down, now where I from
like that

Crescent Heights, get the right
You know my name

Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a creatin' miracles
this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got stupid ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' tongue, bleedin'
is it that you're really needin'?
Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of in
into consideration with every situation that you're facin'
Analyze the

What's the
Who does the work, who does the paper work?
the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake fraudulent artists,
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole in this
That's why every is documented
It's the unprecedented that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're your height, violated

76 bomb lyricist
Evidence got another sound

Yo y'all, my shit is
A clock with no hands, a hourglass no sand
My life span's been written before anyone or ribbon
I've started their path but what I've just passed
The lab back, that's why I feel like I've been chose
To rise to occasions with hits Pete Rose

Speak to but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, sketch my in pen
ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink
Open all in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass
You entered the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

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