Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling something's missing
Bred in a addiction
a synthetic composition
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And they says

You
slavery
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to just to get a job to pay for it
Like a that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't and traded

Consider this my
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills 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
from the kickback of the impact

Push yo shit
As as my head is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's this average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a sports channels
You can get this package, or package

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

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

I used to think, would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Russia and China would be Triple HHH
And the would be Vince Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't a chance
the international bankers are walking through the stands

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Columbus
Holding hand
Black History is the shortest
I hope you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
and some yams, like

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

Whatever's prohibited, defy them
The smell of is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I don't got all the
I just got a louder mic, and stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

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

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

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

in debt
But is a free country!
They dock your pay, what a
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they off being property
Trying to say it
on my tact
But I am the

They i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to this idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the honey
I'm being honest, b
Earth quakes underneath

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