Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that missing
Bred in a addiction
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
Writing curses in cursive and spells
by the spelling bee
And they says

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

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine yo ass
skills sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, click clack, blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
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
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand channels
You can get this package, or this

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

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

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the fuck Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking the stands

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Columbus
Holding hand
Black is the shortest month
I just you understand, when 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
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 up out on the advice son
and religion condition your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma them
The smell of freedom is 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 you?

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

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

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

Everybody's in
But is a free country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they comedy
Anything to they mind off being property
Trying to say it
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 sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
the honey tree
I'm being honest, b
Earth quakes underneath

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