Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh Air

My name is [rewinds] my is
And we've made a wild and wonderful for you
We will you all kinds of things to do and be
and you can let your go with us
Open up to what we say; is where the magic starts

Child]
Yeah!
Underground with the firearm
Sick dialogue, stick like iron-ons
surfin and wrestlin with fans
to a burnt out man - guess who I am
bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phone
Thought I had it made, zip codes
Used to get cause I'd get bored
Felt like I was, felt I was
felt like I was from a plane, no rip cord
Now I'm back and I got nothin to
Mad Child, I it up in the booth
material objects I got serious props
Same shit, now I'm with delirious goblins
Thought I wanted to be king so I a crown
Started from the bottom, built an empire and it down
Not Rockefeller, like Mr. Cinderella
And I'm in the rain with a ripped umbrella
the, that's the
That's the and the danger of the streets
Angel with the piece and the of a beast
I was one way but runnin out of luck
So I'm back and I'm grindin like an independent
I thought of the coop
But I'ma stay put and spit fire while I try and

Red seed to evergreen, oak sequoia
Black back peace chief, Battle Axe
(Dagger) in the (Mouth) a pirate ship
and a classified nanobyte microchip
fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the passage
My shifts gears to the literary classics
Follow orders, protect the Axe borders, defend the headquarters
Beware of sharks who can only swim in waters
A beacon of lumins', speak the language of
A spice trade of words mixed like herbs and cumen
You don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick
The spite be comin to me real natural Truman
Capote, peyote, and jackals
My team is real (Predatory) but we ain't (Nashville)
You callin for us, we are Axe Warriors, defend the fortress
of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins

[Mad
Mad Child steppin on the like Batman
Gold wings comin out my backpack
I'm old school, hardcore like Black
Chasin rappers down, I chomp 'em up Pac-Man
Break you off bitch, I got an off switch
Started off underground, like an ostrich
Then I became
and started sellin records I started poppin oxys
Shit I was flossin, I can't I lost it
and everything we for
Fans felt lost, arms crossed they demand
which me at a standstill
weighin heavy on my mind like an anvil
I can't remember a day that I have pills
painkillers now I'm only takin Advil (Advil.. Advil..)