Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
Dinosaurs or
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and spells
by the spelling bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You actually it!
Here! this gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

Consider this my
Yo, the ruling class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
skills sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, blast, in a flash
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

yo shit back
As long as my is intact
I'll be as political as I
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no diss track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's batting average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get this package, or this

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare your emotional to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other bitch
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to your eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, the margin

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the is even kosher food?
Third generation won't produce
Be careful who you close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but out to my Oakland crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a caught up exposing truths

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the would be Vince Macmahon
Now when the haters are The
The crowd stand a chance
When the international are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you really a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no of Vans
the fuck is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
the fuck is in advance?
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a talking human conundrum

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
False stories of Columbus
Holding hand
History is the shortest month
I hope you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's move on, because, America's great!
Man I love it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of beliefs and mine's the right one
Trying to process all this info you hide
Till you wake the fuck up out on the son
Culture and condition your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma them
The of freedom is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I just got a louder mic, and stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

What the fuck you think on in schools you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what these kids is
A language
Friends do they friends do
People act so hard but really they just gentle

Psychological
with issues
Grownups children
Who grow up with
tissues
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I have the
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But me your money, give me your money, give me your money!"

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
They dock your pay, a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they comedy
to take they mind off being property
Trying to say it
Working on my
But I am the

They i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just looking at my
They know i've been to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother Earth quakes

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No more hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,