Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh Air

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

Child]
Yeah!
Underground with the firearm
Sick dialogue, words like iron-ons
Crowd surfin and wrestlin fans
to a out desolate man - guess who I am
bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phone
Thought I had it made, switched zip
Used to get high I'd get bored
Felt I was, felt like I was
like I was fallin from a plane, no rip cord
Now I'm and I got nothin to lose
Mad Child, I it up in the booth
Fuck material objects I got serious
Same shit, now I'm dealin with goblins
I wanted to be king so I wore a crown
Started from the bottom, built an and torn it down
Not Rockefeller, more like Mr.
And I'm standin in the rain a ripped umbrella
the, that's the
That's the nature and the danger of the
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 grindin like an truck
I thought of flyin the
But stay put and spit fire while I try and recoup

Red to evergreen, oak tree sequoia
Black back peace chief, Axe Warrior
(Dagger) in the (Mouth) like a ship
and a classified nanobyte microchip
Scanners light from my eyes guide ships to the passage
My mind shifts to the literary classics
Follow orders, the Battle 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 fresh and cumen
You want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick Rubin
The spite be comin to me natural like Truman
Capote, peyote, and jackals
My team is real (Predatory) but we ain't (Nashville)
You for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, defend the fortress
of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins

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