Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling that something's
in a corn addiction
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And they congratulations

You
From
To paid
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 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 captured and

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine yo ass
skills sure 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 kickback of the

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
I'll be as as I want
I get taxed
Nah, this ain't no fuckin track, to distract
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

this 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 even about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in kosher food
What the is even kosher food?
Third generation won't produce
Be who you keep close 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 caught up truths

I to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, the fuck would 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 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 don't never get no pair of
the fuck is an advance?
Niggas on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a walking talking conundrum

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

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, we took all your 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 beliefs and mine's the right one
Trying to all this info you hide from
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition your mind

Whatever's prohibited, defy them
The smell of is making my eyes 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 you think goes 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 shit is what these kids is into
A language
Friends do what they do
People act so fucking but really they just gentle

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

I have the
I have the
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me your money, give me 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 want
Anything to they mind off being property
Trying to say it
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake idiocracy
Mass media,
you into a worker bee
Harvest the 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 Amen
No folding hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,