Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

We had some fire and smoke and
And that us a lot
Now we're down our prices
And really, really hot

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

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I sell you the dream
I wanna you come apart at the seams

Everything go
You get on some fly shit
Get on some to the fire shit

Everything go
I wanna sell you a

of an altar boy molested in confession
Who plotted for 20 years slit the throat of a reverend
And half of thought is young vandal the system
Contraption of credo drift, sick and spit at your heaven

I'm grabbin' my again, foot on the wall, pose down
I'm drinkin' that piss again, back at the hometown
Starscream the system, ninja the cassette deck
is back in effect

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

Automaton bells rock well death valley
Shit, we all mingle in ditch, mass grave for the
Clash the combat rap set
A weathermen funk breath, the last rebels

Slide off or get the digipack in your neck
You're fidgetin' with 28 day
Yeah, dog him again, the bad touch destruct
Drum lust diligent

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

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

Or the old women of stichin' the casket nits
I'll be drunk on the back of the train a piss
Bumpin' BDP through a kit
double d Duracel destiny megamix like

Everything go
You get on some fly shit
Get on some to the fire shit

must go
I wanna sell you the
I wanna watch you apart at the seams

Everything go
You wanna get on fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the shit

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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 charge of outfit? Nah, not me, cousin
I wrestle distinction from the of a buzzard

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

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

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

Who was trained by Ed Koch to hop a
See cop smile, peep gun
Now see little juvenile me in run
Through the transformation of the catacombs, son
Makin' it so fun

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

And sick of skippin' on electrified hop scotch
We're dutchin' to percussion
With this wire rope choker
The floatinist spoke dope spit, get lit
You're with an chaser, I strive design sick

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