Luyện nghe bài hát Ende der Vernunft

You have waiting long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the rest is maximally
sketched times, the oracle is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, will become of you!"
From me go into the bathtub,
Do not seven lives, you just are not here anymore, that's it
While these wankers are discussing Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on - or not?
Throw a grenade on the podium, not a diamond
I am cosmic encased in rhodium
Let him dance choreographers
new album has the same effect as opium: snoring
Dicka, you not even be my co-pilot
know your position, her rap idol a sociopath
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", do it anyway
Essah, Persona non grata of
Because I put the mistakes
of you pussies with a into focus
Whether highly praised or outlawed, never
Kill 'em as if were
commission and bring albums in the
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your
She is happy when she gets five men at once Book of Ra
And many times like a mantra,
but the pack is ungrateful and stupid
You end up sealed, I get started - they're to blame!

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

Every hope
No words 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 arise on terraces at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
varies only between fucked and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your favorite MC blows a concubine
Will earn something for the fee, the
Not a big deal, one step further and he is
'resistant, they want tropical dance pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily a Gothic mountain god
Fuck the without limit until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
Piss on rap and suck cock, now get the nutrients
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, visionary
why I'm beating competition with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was born to perform
You, on the other hand, are happy if you do not deadly
Just watch as these turn around in gross motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end utopian additional remained, damn!

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,
'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope
No nice words
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a new order
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 between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

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