Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling that something's
Bred in a addiction
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and spells
Stung by the bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You made it!
Here! this gown and cap and wave 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, these are your gods, you 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 thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless 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 as my head is intact
I'll be as political as I
I get taxed
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's batting average, or
Compare his passes to his
a thousand sports channels
You can get package, or this package

Who's savage?
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls other bitch fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the is even kosher 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, sorry I got a little caught up exposing

I to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck 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 would be Vince Macmahon
Now when the haters are The
The crowd doesn't stand a
When the international are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you really just a
Niggas start trends every day but don't get no pair of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas live on colored time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't understand
I just want my fucking
I'm a walking talking human

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Christopher
Holding hand
Black is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these and mine's the right one
Trying to process all info you hide from
you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition 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 don't got all the
I just got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

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

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

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

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

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

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