Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

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

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

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
Here to yo ass
drug thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills would suit yo ass
But they say, off the land 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 of the impact

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

Who's this
Hey, let's your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
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 take eyes off it
They the sky toxic
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?
Morgellons in kosher food
What the fuck is even food?
Third crops won't produce
Be careful who you close 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, what Hova do?
Now I think, the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now when the haters are The
The crowd stand a chance
When the international bankers are through the stands

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

Like a Muslim HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Christopher
Holding hand
Black History is the shortest
I hope you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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

Whatever's prohibited, defy 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 got a louder mic, and better 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 they serve for lunch, what's on the
That's why only ratchet shit is these kids is into
A language
Friends do they friends do
People act so hard but really they just gentle

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

I the cure
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me money, give me your 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 cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they mind off property
Trying to say it
on my tact
But I am the

They know i'm the shit like a
know i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you a worker bee
the honey tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

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