Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

We had fire and smoke and water
And troubled us a lot
Now we're marking our prices
And really, really hot

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

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

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

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I wanna sell you a

Heart of an altar boy molested in
Who for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend
And of this thought is young vandal the system
Contraption of credo drift, sick shit and at your heaven

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

Focus like a worker ant live, get with hive mind fly
Shut your mind crime hybrid
Eyelids back 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, mass for the kids
Clash the combat rap set
A funk breath, the last rebels left?

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

The surface that gave birth to the is NY
The jihad sky is too fly
The roof of the spot was BK
A cloud of asbestos, I guess it's

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

Or the old women of fate stichin' the nits
I'll be drunk on the back of the train a piss
BDP through a Raheem kit
With double d 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 you come apart at the seams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And sick of on electrified hop scotch grid
We're double dutchin' to
this barbed wire rope choker
The most floatinist dope spit, get lit
You're with an chaser, I strive design sick

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