Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh Air

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

[Mad
Yeah!
Underground with the firearm
Sick dialogue, words like iron-ons
Crowd surfin and wrestlin with
to a out desolate man - guess who I am
Flippin bricks from a brick phone, to a flip
I had it made, switched zip codes
Used to get high cause I'd get
like I was, felt like I was
felt I was fallin from a plane, no rip cord
Now I'm back and I got nothin to
Mad Child, I tear it up in the
material objects I got serious props
Same shit, now I'm dealin with goblins
Thought I wanted to be king so I wore a
Started from the bottom, built an empire and it down
Not Rockefeller, like Mr. Cinderella
And I'm standin in the rain with a umbrella
the, that's the
That's the and the danger of the streets
Angel the piece and the anger of a beast
I was goin one way but runnin out of
So I'm back and I'm like an independent truck
I thought of the coop
But I'ma stay put and fire while I try and recoup

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

Child]
Mad Child steppin on the like Batman
Gold comin out my supreme backpack
I'm old school, hardcore Black Flag
rappers down, I chomp 'em up like Pac-Man
Break you off bitch, I ain't got an off
off underground, head like an ostrich
Then I became
and sellin records then I started poppin oxys
I was flossin, I can't believe I lost it
and we stand 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 I didn't have pills
Quit painkillers now I'm only Advil (Advil.. Advil..)