Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and the madness with a silver hammer smash it out,
but the is that my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i away faster then the speed of sound,
city limits hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding further the silence is the only sound,
our village are playing basketball with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact life is hyper-rotten,
in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and at peeps resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat peeps could actually decide what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen the population's super high,
man i swear the cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into darkness all man is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped existence the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population every day,
and keeping tabs on like edward scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that he generates,
'cause generation is to the television for days,
a marathon of debauchery i can not translate,
my lakes alive in flames,
my describes the ways that Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day pace and escapism baby,
and i may seem hate didn't change me,
i rate being lazy and lay blazin,
a cloud ridden spittin out little grape seeds,
so shout if you hate me (heeey),
i know i rate being hateful on to the ladies,
but i'm james and i really change if you paid me,
i'll in the shame till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd rather shine floors,
write shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise fucking ride your horse,
i've got a little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, a bore and i'm still tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write lines in a beehive,
we lick and find sweet people me,
if your lively

[Jam
there nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to merc your urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons bright lights the jake burns,
collate the dirt and on the naked earth today,
i live life in a blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll for days in your paper church,
my would burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd escape the world if i just had the to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but z never worked like the drugs do,
trust who when the lust has become you,
bun you got the time any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and i'll sore from island of violence and war,
and the sirens prized from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise your moore cause the kids cower hellbound,
piling your to a twin tower meltdown,
is how sweat sounds dripping from a prang fist,
swimmin in a missing his atlantis,
rich coming from the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many steps and i'm descending