Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

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

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

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

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

must go
I wanna sell you a

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

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

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

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

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

The that gave birth to the style is NY
The jihad sky is too fly
The roof of the 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 you bitch?
Save that 4th Reich boogie for them twits

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

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

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

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

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

Excuse me, little child, why the smile?
Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's
Are you in charge of outfit? Nah, not me, cousin
I distinction from the chompers of a buzzard

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

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

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

Who was trained by Ed to hop a turnstyle
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, sweat 'cause you're alone with the best
The underrated phrase who's leakin' pain to cassette
If you hate lies, don't fret 'cause I lie about this
At least I'm when I tell you that my mind's full of shit

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

Everything go