Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Pillz

[Aesop
MURS, you should go get us some

Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you

Rock]
Aesop's getting

Well do you want?

[Aesop
on your mind, Big MURS?

Shit, the end of the world with a wife at I pretend is my girl

[Aesop
Did you take your today?

20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so I can kill a damn verse
What's on your mind Aes

Rock]
Shit, the roaches in the kitchen I scream on
everyday but for reason they don't listen

Did you take meds today?

[Aesop
Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so I can kill a damn verse

1]

[Aesop
I was cooling at the park with a couple of Jukies
An glitch suspended like milk money bullies
I my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie
I calibrate pyrotechnics on how the jewelry
(I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha 'Em"
Like a 1950-something wire hanger victim
99 bottles of happy pills on the
Take 'em down, 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all

I was cooling at the park a couple of other Jukies
We were paused taking on all like some bookies
running up with their run-of-the-mill raps
Crashed, hit 'em all up with of ill slaps
The Harlem Backslap just to be my favorite
You take it from your then you take 'em to the pavement
We don't take shit but we take our
And we bust them raps to Prozac Nation

I wanna go home, I to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy again
I gotta go home, I to take my happy pills again
I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills

2]

[Aesop
Blockhead, this sounds like the theme song to the
500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to fuck that's
Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm with bonsai column big pimpin'
less money and women, money that's slippin'
Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the
my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked
Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the stuff
lyrically I'm not stuff clutch upon the mic because you suck

This does sound like the beat from a flick
Before we get up off the stage go and those chicks
That we're comin' with that DiGiorno Dick
I wanna fill you up, then you up
Bang this dick into your stomach you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face and you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would kill me
I only rest my when my XBOX enthrills me

3]

[Aesop
MURS is my pharmacist cupboards of Klonopin
I'm a re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
See me in hell in on that See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy bucket clutch which people smelting
And I seldom seen these without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuits make the cut
tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if someone
doesn't let me use phone
Yo, MURS I gotta go

Aes is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm
But he owns a gang of pills help and keep me calm
If you're taking too serious I'm just gonna bomb
I'm just screwing with your like to do em out with brain
Surgery inside a shed, I the same meds
As Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control
need a license to drive myself crazy
Catch me on his album as long as Aesop pays me

Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, go to bed
Go to sleep, yo ass to bed
Moherfucker better go to

Def Jux!
Motherfucker,