Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've having hallucinations

[Hook
I got style, I know the
Y'all popping junk can't join my team

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the with the hungry hound-dog
With a helmet and 800 pound conch
Cradling a calico growling shift
The in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so calling all guards
To the zoot suit riot get your on guard
With a roof gesture rocky dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his King sesame seed bun
Fred berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum the broken Oakleys
When he Hang Ten men for the locals
slowly to the Roanoke docks
And trade a musket for a bucket full of socks
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie a selkie as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A gun tucked in his locker latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs.
In the kitchen the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In some pants and a stussy hat
because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of dower day and mouth
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that rock?
man, it balances the give and take of spinning plates
While easing the from efficient to a living grave
What started with a single arrow
Would grow into a 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold so Cro-Magnon man
Won't back homie
Start a cult, paint the world
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps
Nun bells ring for the
Melted down slow and poured into a fringe
it by poorly tinted sepia
Ensuring remembered as a
More important story than it was
What it is
A of chameleons
Who erupt a hairy eyeball
Deep the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed
House cats with
Tin pre-tied
Drink the river
he return three eyed
Talkin back to a B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something spooky with a

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