Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've tried to fathom all the ways in which the is backwards,
and tackle the madness a silver hammer smash it out,
but the is that my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i sprint faster then the speed of sound,
outer 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 hoops at shabby bottle crates on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact that is hyper-rotten,
in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and mind own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat where peeps could actually decide 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 stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i swear the cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky vanish into darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped existence the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the living every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags edward scissortoungue,
in search for secret code in the verses that he generates,
'cause generation is to the television for days,
a marathon of debauchery i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my microphone describes the ways Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day dream and escapism baby,
and i may seem hate didn't change me,
i being lazy and lay about blazin,
a cloud shade 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 can't really if you paid me,
dance in the shame till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd rather some floors,
write shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise fucking ride your horse,
i've got a shit bike and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a bore and i'm tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write lines in a beehive,
we lick and sweet people behind me,
speak if lively

[Jam
there aint like a 9 to 5,
to your creative urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons bright the jake that burns,
the dirt and arrive on the naked earth 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 in your paper church,
my brain would burst if it had the guts to,
i'd the world if i just had the funds to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but control z never worked the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking has become you,
bun you got the time any more,
let me fly set a to the sky from the floor,
and i'll from this island of violence and war,
and the warbling sirens from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise from your moore cause the kids hellbound,
piling your to a twin tower meltdown,
is how sweat sounds dripping from a prang fist,
swimmin in a sandpit his atlantis,
thats rich coming from the of a gremlin,
man theres too steps and i'm ever descending