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 what first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You made 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 that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper
Here, these are gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who worship if we weren't captured and traded

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

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

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare your emotional baggage to my emotional
And see who calls each other bitch
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I ain't worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, to take your 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
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older 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 Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the

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

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the promised
False of Christopher Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the month
I just hope you understand, the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I love it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these and mine's the right one
Trying to process all this info you from
Till you wake the up out on the advice 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 mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

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

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

in debt
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 take mind off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit a elio-colonoscopy
They i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake this
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
the honey tree
I'm just 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 folding hands
Adios, au revoir,