Luyện nghe bài hát Ende der Vernunft

You have been long enough, yes
There is one Essah, the rest is maximally repainted
Just sketched times, the is back
in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will become of you!"
From me go the bathtub, krepier
Do not save seven lives, you just are not here anymore, it
While these wankers are discussing 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 in rhodium
Let him like choreographers
Your new album has the same effect as opium:
Dicka, you will not even be my
Please know your position, her rap idol a
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
Like the helmet, every ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", do it anyway
Essah, Persona non of rapeseed
Because I put the mistakes
of you pussies with a stanza focus
Whether highly or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if there
commission and albums in the horizontal
From now on it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your Olle
She is happy she gets five men at once like Book of Ra
And repeated many times 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? Please no sympathy for the
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 anymore
The end of
is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a new order
The end of

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

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

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

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

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