Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

We had some and smoke and water
And troubled us a lot
Now marking down our prices
And they're really, hot

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You wanna get on fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire

Everything go
I sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come at the seams

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You wanna get on fly shit
Get on butterfly to the fire shit

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I sell you a dream

Heart of an altar boy in confession
Who plotted for 20 years then the throat of a reverend
And half of this thought is young vandal the
of credo drift, sick shit and spit at your heaven

I'm grabbin' my dick again, on the wall, pose down
I'm drinkin' that again, back at the train hometown
Starscream the system, ninja star the deck
Lazerface is back in

Focus like a worker ant live, get with hive fly shit
Shut your mind crime hybrid
Eyelids pinned back flat, we had a group
Of lab clappin', at last you got dap

Automaton rock well from death valley
Shit, we all in ditch, mass grave for the kids
Clash with the rap set
A funk breath, the last rebels left?

Slide off or get the digipack slashed in neck
You're fidgetin' 28 day simian
Yeah, dog him again, the bad touch militant
Drum percussion diligent

The surface that gave birth to the is NY
The recipient sky is too fly
The of the witnessin spot was BK
A cloud of asbestos, I it's D-day

Now you me to move and do how you say
Or look into my brain through glass toupee
Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you
Save that 4th Reich boogie for plastic twits

Or the old women of fate stichin' the casket
I'll be drunk on the of the train takin' a piss
Bumpin' BDP a Raheem kit
With d Duracel destiny megamix like

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You wanna get on some fly
Get on some to the fire shit

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I wanna you the dream
I wanna watch you apart at the seams

must go
You get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the shit

Everything go
I wanna you a dream
Get here and buy, you hoe

me, little child, why the devious smile?
Well, I've what I've forsaken and the irony's wild
Are you in of this outfit? Nah, not me, cousin
I wrestle distinction from the of a buzzard

Is my mommy in Heaven? Well, she's not here
Now run away and go play with this hatchet and spear
I'm tryna mix up this Molotov, peel the fuck off
got a windmill to tackle, son, polish my gun off

My hot millimeter space heater, duck down
Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat, down
Horse hooves and meat I'm glued to the beat
Stolen draggin' a bass stab behind it

Every little phrase is for y'all to rewind it
Every phase has an expiration assignment
Eyes wide, the bad man walks
five dimes of sticky, the bush and no 9

Who was by Ed Koch to hop a turnstyle
See cop smile, cops gun
Now see little me in Reeboks run
Through the projected of the catacombs, son
Makin' it so fun

If you're alone, don't sweat you're alone with the best
The phrase mason who's leakin' pain to cassette
If you hate lies, don't 'cause I can't lie about this
At least I'm honest when I you that my mind's full of shit

And sick of skippin' on hop scotch grid
We're double to percussion
With this barbed wire rope
The most floatinist spoke spit, get lit
You're with an ambulance chaser, I design sick

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