Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

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

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

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

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

must go
I wanna you a dream

of an altar boy molested in confession
Who for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend
And half of this thought is young vandal the
Contraption of credo drift, 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 cassette
is back in effect

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

Automaton bells rock well from valley
Shit, we all in ditch, mass 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
fidgetin' with 28 day simian
Yeah, dog him again, the bad touch militant
Drum lust diligent

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

Now you want me to and do how you say
Or into my brain through this glass toupee
Fuck this, how 'bout I smack you bitch?
Save that 4th Reich boogie for them twits

Or the old of fate stichin' the casket nits
be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss
Bumpin' BDP through a kit
With double d Duracel destiny like

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

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

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

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

Excuse me, child, why the devious smile?
Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the wild
Are you in of this 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 with this and flaming spear
I'm tryna mix up this Molotov, peel the fuck off
I've got a windmill to tackle, son, my gun off

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

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

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

If you're alone, don't sweat 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 when I tell you that my mind's of shit

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

must go