Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Pillz

[Aesop
MURS, you go get us some food

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

Rock]
Aesop's hungry

Well what do you

Rock]
What's on your mind, Big

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

[Aesop
Did you your meds today?

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

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

Did you take your today?

Rock]
Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm so amped I can kill a damn verse

1]

[Aesop
I was at the park with a couple of other Jukies
An animated glitch suspended like money bullies
I calculate my 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 abortion
99 of happy pills on the wall
Take 'em down, pass 'em around before me and eat 'em all

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

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

2]

[Aesop
Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme to the
500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at like dude last in tryin' to fuck that's suspect
Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with column big pimpin'
With less money and women, money slippin'
Now it's Eye with sniper rifles in the temple
Holding my cups, my triple doors tucked
Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong
Wrong lyrically I'm not 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, fill you up
Bang this dick into your stomach until you your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your
Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would kill me
I only rest my cock when my XBOX me

3]

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

Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a
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 head to do em out with brain
inside a shed, I take the same meds
As Iron Mike Tyson, my is rollin' out of control
Don't need a license to drive 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
better go to sleep

Def Jux!
Motherfucker,