Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
Like a celebration of to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for payment
Here, are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

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

Push yo back
As as my head 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 this fad and who has a six
Who's this average, or
Compare his passes to his
a thousand sports channels
You can get package, or this package

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

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the fuck is kosher food?
generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, I got a little caught up exposing truths

I used to think, what Hova 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 Vince
Now when the are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
When the bankers are walking through the stands

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
False stories of Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
Black History is the month
I just hope you understand, the
Native Indians get shit but
Thanksgiving and 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 love it
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to all this info you hide from
Till you wake the fuck up out on the son
and religion condition your mind 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 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 send kids to?
What the fuck you think they 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 but really they just gentle

children
Grownups issues
with 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 me your 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 want
Anything to take mind off being property
Trying to say it
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the by just looking at my discography
They know been sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the honey
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 Amen
No more folding goodbye
Adios, au revoir,