Luyện nghe bài hát Ende der Vernunft

You have been waiting enough, yes
is only one Essah, the rest is maximally repainted
Just sketched times, the is back
Look in the ball, think me, "Pity, what will become of you!"
From me go into the bathtub,
Do not save seven lives, you just are not anymore, that's it
these wankers are discussing what Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on Insta - or
Throw a grenade on the podium, not a rough
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance choreographers
Your new album has the same as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not be my co-pilot
Please know your position, her rap idol a
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit pisser dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non of rapeseed
Because I immediately put the
of you pussies a stanza into focus
Whether highly or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if were
commission and albums in the horizontal
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your
She is happy when she gets five men at like Book of Ra
And repeated many like a mantra,
but the pack is ungrateful and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get - they're to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love us
They to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of

Every hope
No nice anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a whole new
The end of

Not cult leaders, but I'm driving them into
me,
rap did not on roof terraces at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
Mood varies only between and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your favorite MC blows a concubine
earn something for the fee, the servant
Not a big deal, one further and he is insolvent
Separate 'resistant, they want tropical pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily like a Gothic god
Fuck the world without until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
on rap and come suck cock, now get the nutrients
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, far-sighted
why I'm beating competition with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was only born to
You, on the other hand, are if you do not play deadly
Just watch as these idiots turn around in motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end utopian costs remained, damn!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of between us
want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in mouths, that's the end of reason

hope lost
No nice anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a whole new
The end of

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love us
They to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of

Every lost
No words anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a new order
The end of