Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

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

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

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

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

must go
I wanna you a dream

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

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

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

Automaton bells rock from death valley
Shit, we all mingle in ditch, mass for the kids
with the combat rap set
A funk breath, the last rebels left?

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

The surface that 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 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 smack you bitch?
Save that 4th boogie for them plastic twits

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

must 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 apart at the seams

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

must go
I wanna sell you a
Get over and buy, you hoe

Excuse me, 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 distinction from the chompers of a buzzard

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

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

Every little is designed for y'all to rewind it
brittle phase has an expiration assignment
Eyes wide, the bad man walks
With five 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
the projected transformation 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 skippin' on hop scotch grid
We're dutchin' to percussion
With this barbed rope choker
The most floatinist dope spit, get lit
with an ambulance chaser, I strive design sick

Everything go