Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness with a silver hammer it out,
but the trouble is that my discoveries are so and ugly,
that i sprint faster then the speed of sound,
outer city limits hide the secrets of the crowds,
so i'm striding further till the is the only sound,
our village are playing basketball with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at bottle crates on muddy grounds,
a of the fact that life is hyper-rotten,
in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and ties at resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign of swapping facts,
to the where i start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like 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 probably inspire me to still embark a killing spree,
my is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i the planet cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will into darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and wrapped existence where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags like scissortoungue,
in search for secret code in the verses that he generates,
'cause generation is glued to the for days,
a of debauchery that i can not translate,
my giant lakes in flames,
my microphone describes the ways Mr edward scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

Dike]
I day dream pace and baby,
and maybe i may seem didn't change me,
i being lazy and lay about blazin,
a cloud shade spittin out little 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 dance in the till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd rather shine floors,
then shit rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit rich fucking ride your horse,
i've got a little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a bore and i'm still find peace,
highly unlikely tryna write deep lines in a beehive,
we lick and sweet people behind me,
speak if your

Baxter]
there aint like a 9 to 5,
to merc creative urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons bright lights the that burns,
collate the and arrive on the naked earth today,
i live life in a hazy blur blazed and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your turn to pray for you sir,
the flames'll burn for days in paper church,
my brain would burst if it just had the to,
i'd escape the world if i just had the to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but control z never worked the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking lust has you,
bun you haven't got the any more,
let me fly set a to the sky from the floor,
and i'll sore this island of violence and war,
and the warbling sirens from the jaws,
of my confinement if died to conform,
then rise from moore cause the kids cower hellbound,
your thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping from a fist,
swimmin in a sandpit his atlantis,
rich coming from the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many steps and i'm descending