Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that missing
in a corn addiction
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
Dinosaurs or
allegiance to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and casting
by the spelling bee
And they says

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

Consider this my
Yo, the ruling class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
skills sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash from the kickback of the

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
I'll be as political as I
I get taxed
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit 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 thousand channels
You can get package, or this package

Who's this
Hey, let's compare your emotional to my emotional baggage
And see who calls other bitch fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take eyes off it
They make the sky
Prescribe the
a high profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, they hide the
What the fuck are you to do?
in your kosher food
What the is even kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but 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, what Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the was Afghanistan
Russia and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now the haters 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 start trends every day but don't never get no pair of
What the is an advance?
live on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a walking talking human

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

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

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
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 offend

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

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

I the cure
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 this is a country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a 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 Amen
No more folding hands
Adios, au revoir,