Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

is the key
Did I get crossed absolutely,
Everybody's in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
Fountain of youth like isabelles and jesabelles, no wedding bells, elizabeth.

Holy motherfucker smack gauntlet into a labyrinth.
Escher seen through walls hand carved puppets
Don't make a out of god's gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's to be,

And I'm meaning daddy kev, welcome to my odditorium.
Let's make of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about
all limbs dancing as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, who's sweating?
Wake the waves we throwing tantrums who's catching this vs the spicegirls

Ideas thrown at time is to waste and I'm an archangel.
every cliche I've ever thrown where's the diss in that?
I'm dissing languages, what's the point? is called out.
in everything, decode my dick, I ain't linda tripping this is my stadium.

Another gift of gab I suppose everyone change their clothes
Oh these girls are angels god lives in seattle.
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before melt omega6.
I've been sacrificed to a volcano it out,

I'm a big paraphrasing moments of genius.
Imagine my eyes burning every time I'm this,
If it's meant to cry, and I guess all are meant to die.
What is it you're looking at? there's a hole in my call it heartache.

a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the irony is whatever.
Oh look I slit my wrists so I'm supposed to be a lantern in animation abandoning all my human traits.
You're all in bondage, bon voyage we it in accompaniment,

Suggest professionalism, up your w's ask questions.
This is a questionaire what you've abandoned your god, we all godforsaken
In a makeshift writer's all alone,
We in a writer's workshop all by myself.

Where are my we are all planets in plain clothes
Walking in line the irony in that?
This is my office who are you at?
Drink your santa shit, take that smart elsewhere.

I'm practicing being dumb, don't tempt me. I can off my shirt,
Black and yellow photographs that is dead.
Sole is my epitath that makes this the farewell entrance
Like before so do whatever.

is on the floor this is a stickup you're being raped for your innocence,
So I'll rob you for what that's worth.
I love my mother and amanda's dreadlocks over, take your picture leave me alone,
This even me.

Paint tim naked, read it and weep.
Wipe that off your face I'm on an ego trip.
So where's my trophy who wins humanity 1999 hobos those numbers make sense.
We make up a a defense brainwashing pestilence.

It's all about advertising, can I rent space in mind?
It's all about merchandising I'm so underground I wake up at 7:30 and I still ain't dead.
It's all about if I come down up off of this irony coming off hard,
One thousand ideas of sympathy. let's dance, sex symbol time for ambush.

Eight twilights in a frame, all eyes on portland, m.e.
This is my god and you're all shareholders.
Hold hands, can I get an om, or a
pay you back over my dead body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,

I'm still adding names time it will be more like "dear society."
I'm a live still fermenting and ending any explanation on an expedition
We hiphop and I think it's the greatest waste of time ever shat.
Where's my sarcasm, it's sincerity when I rap it's what I do.

All hip-hop is I listen to when I know what I'm not talking about.
Or insinuating disclaimer everything I write is a song,
This time I'm talking about the I can't change.
always be hungry and pointing fingers

When in the end we have been building skyscrapers. this is my planet,
I'll have my people talk to your people I'm not and everybody's bored
So let's be important while we're writing hand give me some oceans.
We're orphans and in a well in a porn like carousel

This is a springboard.
An idealistic "isn't it worth the it took to step off?"
Someday this will be an society.
I'm doing this in hopes of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted

I forgot my lines and I'm running out of steam. so leave me to die for a minute.