Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh Air

My name is my name is
And we've a wild and wonderful record for you
We will tell you all kinds of to do and be
and you can let your imagination go us
Open up to what we this is where the magic starts

Child]
Yeah!
Underground rapper with the
Sick dialogue, words stick iron-ons
Crowd surfin and wrestlin with
to a burnt out man - guess who I am
Flippin bricks from a brick phone, to a phone
Thought I had it made, zip codes
Used to get high cause I'd get
Felt like I was, felt I was
felt like I was fallin from a plane, no rip
Now I'm back and I got to lose
Mad Child, I tear it up in the
Fuck material I got serious props
Same shit, now I'm dealin with delirious
Thought I wanted to be king so I a crown
Started from the bottom, built an and torn it down
Not Rockefeller, more Mr. Cinderella
And I'm standin in the rain with a ripped
the, that's the
That's the nature and the of the streets
Angel with the piece and the anger of a
I was one way but runnin out of luck
So I'm back and I'm like an independent truck
I of flyin the coop
But I'ma stay put and fire while I try and recoup

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

[Mad
Mad Child on the scene like Batman
wings comin out my supreme backpack
I'm old school, hardcore like Flag
Chasin rappers down, I 'em up like Pac-Man
you off bitch, I ain't got an off switch
Started off underground, head like an
I became obnoxious
and sellin records then I started poppin oxys
Shit I was flossin, I can't believe I it
and we stand for
Fans felt lost, arms crossed demand more
which me at a standstill
Guilt heavy on my mind like an anvil
I can't remember a day that I didn't have
Quit painkillers now I'm only takin (Advil.. Advil..)