Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

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

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

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

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

Everything go
I sell you a dream

Heart of an altar boy 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 heaven

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

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

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

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

The surface 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 guess it's

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

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

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

Everything go
I wanna sell you the
I watch 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 here and buy, you hoe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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