Luyện nghe bài hát EMG

We had some fire and smoke and
And that us a lot
Now we're marking down our
And really, really hot

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

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

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

Everything go
I wanna sell you a

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

I'm my dick again, foot 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 worker ant live, get with hive fly shit
Shut your little mind crime
Eyelids pinned flat, we had a focus group
Of lab rats clappin', at you got dap

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

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

The surface that gave to the style is NY
The recipient sky is too fly
The roof of the witnessin was BK
A cloud of asbestos, I 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 'bout I smack you bitch?
Save that 4th Reich boogie for them twits

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is my mommy in Heaven? Well, she's not here
Now run away and go with this hatchet 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 space heater, duck down
Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat, duck
Horse hooves and I'm glued to the beat grindin'
Stolen hovercraft a bass stab behind it

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

Who was trained by Ed to hop a turnstyle
See cop smile, cops gun
Now see juvenile me in Reeboks 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 who's pain to cassette
If you hate lies, don't 'cause I can't lie about this
At least I'm honest when I tell you that my full of shit

And sick of on electrified hop scotch grid
We're double to percussion
With this barbed wire rope
The most spoke dope spit, get lit
You're with an ambulance chaser, I design sick

must go