Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh Air

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

[Mad
Yeah!
Underground rapper with the
Sick dialogue, words stick like
surfin and wrestlin with fans
to a burnt out desolate man - who I am
Flippin bricks from a brick phone, to a phone
Thought I had it made, switched zip
to get high 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 tear it up in the
Fuck material I got serious props
Same shit, now I'm with delirious goblins
I wanted to be king so I wore a crown
Started the bottom, built an empire 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 of the streets
Angel with the piece and the anger of a
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 spit fire while I try and

Red seed to evergreen, oak sequoia
Black back peace chief, Battle Axe
(Dagger) in the (Mouth) like a ship
and a highly nanobyte microchip
Scanners fiber light my eyes guide ships to the passage
My mind shifts to the literary classics
Follow orders, protect the Battle Axe borders, the headquarters
of sharks who can only swim in shallow waters
A of lumins', speak the language of humans
A spice trade of words mixed like fresh and cumen
You want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick Rubin
The spite be to me real natural like 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
Beware of darkness or forever live in shallow

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