Luyện nghe bài hát Ecstatic Static

The pimp's 'round
the flame
Digging the tranches in which to bury

The dim and cold of awareness
Where the reptiles
And people are made to walk the

This beat, the
In my heart generates infinite

Well, this beat, the
In my heart generates infinite
There's nothing to
the immensity

He went
the people's heart's off
Promising to with reality

We it
Because everything
More bearable than