Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
With a synthetic
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
Dinosaurs or
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
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 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 weren't and traded

Consider this my
Yo, It's the class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills would suit yo ass
But they say, off the land is a useless path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the of the impact

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no 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
Compare his 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
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, to take your eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a profit, divide 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 kosher food?
Third crops won't produce
Be who you keep close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing

I used to think, would Hova do?
Now I think, what the would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
When the international are walking through the stands

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

Like a going HAM
Looking for the land
False of Christopher Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the shortest
I hope you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
and some yams, like

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

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

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

children
Grownups with
with children
Who grow up issues
Cancer
Abandonment,
marketing 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 your money, me your money!"

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

They i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
the honey 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,