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

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

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

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

Everything go
I wanna sell you a

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

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

Focus like a ant live, get with hive mind fly shit
Shut your little mind crime
Eyelids pinned flat, we had a focus group
Of lab clappin', at last 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 funk breath, the last rebels left?

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

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

Now you want me to 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 them twits

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

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

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

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

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

Excuse me, little child, why the 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 of a buzzard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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