Luyện nghe bài hát Ende der Vernunft

You have waiting long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the rest is repainted
sketched times, the oracle is back
Look in the ball, think me, "Pity, what will become of you!"
From me go the bathtub, krepier
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 on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am cosmic radiation encased in
Let him dance like
Your new album has the effect as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not even be my
Please know your position, her rap a sociopath
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, ass talks to me
of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non grata of
Because I immediately put the
of you pussies with a stanza into
Whether highly or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if there
commission and albums in the horizontal
now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your Olle
She is happy when she gets five men at once like of Ra
And repeated many like a mantra,
but the pack is ungrateful and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get started - to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? no sympathy for the nonsense
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
want to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

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

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

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? Please no for the nonsense
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

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

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

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