Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
tried to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the with a silver hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i sprint faster then the speed of sound,
outer city limits hide the of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding till the silence is the only sound,
our village are playing basketball with volleyballs,
and hoops at shabby bottle crates on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the that life is hyper-rotten,
in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and 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 like and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat where peeps could actually what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash probably inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the super high,
man i swear the planet cannot handle all addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into darkness all man is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population living day,
and keeping on scallywags 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 giant alive in flames,
my microphone describes the ways that Mr edward scissortongue on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day dream pace and baby,
and maybe i may seem hate didn't me,
i being lazy and lay about blazin,
a cloud ridden shade spittin out grape seeds,
so women if you hate me (heeey),
i i rate being hateful on tapes 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 it i'd rather shine some floors,
then write rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise rich fucking ride horse,
i've got a little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a bore and i'm still tryna peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write lines in a beehive,
we lick and find people behind me,
speak if your

[Jam
there nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to your creative urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
brightons bright lights the jake that burns,
collate the dirt and arrive on the naked today,
i live in a hazy blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll burn for days in paper church,
my would burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd the world if i just had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but z never worked like the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking has become you,
bun you haven't got the any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and i'll sore from this of violence and war,
and the warbling prized from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise from your moore the kids cower hellbound,
piling thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping a prang fist,
in a sandpit missing his atlantis,
thats coming from the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many steps and i'm descending