Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling something's missing
in a corn addiction
With a synthetic
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And they says

You
From
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 it's minerals in for paper payment
Here, are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash from the kickback of the

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

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare your emotional baggage to my emotional
And see who calls each other bitch
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about your bitch
And quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, 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 generation crops won't
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little up exposing truths

I used to think, what Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China would be HHH
And the would be Vince Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't stand a
When the international are walking through the stands

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

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the land
stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding hand
Black History is the month
I just hope you understand, the
Native Indians get shit but
and some yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land,
Well, let's just on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of religions, I'm glad 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 your hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
The smell of freedom is making my run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I just got a 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 serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what kids is into
A language
Friends do they friends do
People act so fucking but really they just gentle

Psychological
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 give me money, give me your money, give me your money!"

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

They know i'm the shit like a
They know i'm the shit by looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth quakes

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