Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Pillz

[Aesop
MURS, you should go get us food

Alright, is the best I can do. . . what do you want?

Rock]
Aesop's getting

Well do you want?

Rock]
What's on mind, Big MURS?

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

[Aesop
Did you take your meds

20 worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse
What's on your Aes Rock?

[Aesop
Shit, the roaches in the that I scream on
everyday but for some they don't listen

Did you your meds today?

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

1]

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

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

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

2]

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

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

3]

[Aesop
MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of
I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US
See me in hell cashing in on See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy bucket clutch which people smelting
And I seldom these weeks without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil that make the cut
I'll tell you what, freak the fuck out if someone
let me use their phone
Yo, MURS I gotta go

Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a
But he owns a of pills that'll help and keep me calm
If you're this too serious I'm just gonna bomb
I'm just with your head like to do em out with brain
inside a shed, I take the same meds
As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of
Don't need a license to myself crazy
Catch me on his next 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,