Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that 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 allegiance to a
Since
Writing curses in and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And they says

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

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

Push yo shit
As as my head is intact
I'll be as as I want
I get taxed
Nah, this 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 to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

Who's this
Hey, let's compare your 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 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, hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the fuck is even food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little up exposing truths

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

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

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the promised
False stories of Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
History is the shortest month
I hope you understand, when the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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
Lightning rod, change the
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 wake the fuck up out on the son
Culture and condition your mind 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 got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

the fuck 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 ratchet is what these kids is into
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but they just gentle

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

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

in debt
But is a free 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
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
the honey tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

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