Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that something's
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the brink of a war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
From
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take this and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a that traded it's 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 my affidavit
Yo, the ruling class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
from the kickback of the impact

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

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 ain't even worried about your bitch
And quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a profit, divide the margin

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

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

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
False stories of Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
Black History is the month
I just hope you understand, the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we all your land, huhh
Well, let's just move on, because, great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
Lightning rod, the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of beliefs and mine's the right one
Trying to all this info you hide from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion your mind hon'

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

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

Psychological
Grownups with
with children
Who grow up issues
tissues
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 money, give me your money!"

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

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

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