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

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I wanna you a dream

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

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

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

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

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

The surface gave birth to the style is NY
The recipient sky is too fly
The of the witnessin spot was BK
A of asbestos, I guess it's D-day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every little phrase is designed for to rewind it
Every phase has an expiration 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 juvenile me in Reeboks run
Through the transformation of the catacombs, son
it home's so fun

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

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

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