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 do you want?

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 take your meds

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

Rock]
Shit, the roaches in the that I scream on
everyday but for some reason they listen

Did you your 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 of other Jukies
An animated glitch suspended like milk 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 hanger abortion victim
99 bottles of happy pills on the
Take 'em down, pass 'em before me and MURS eat 'em all

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

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

2]

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

This does sound like the beat from a porno
Before we get up off the stage go and those chicks
That we're comin' with oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick
I wanna you up, then fill you up
Bang dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face and you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, 'cause my 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 re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
See me in cashing in on that See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy water bucket which people smelting
And I seldom seen weeks without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuits that the cut
I'll tell you what, I'ma the fuck out if someone
doesn't let me use phone
Yo, MURS I gotta go

Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he own a farm
But he a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm
If you're taking this too serious I'm gonna bomb
I'm screwing with your head like to do em out with brain
Surgery inside a shed, I take the same
As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is out of control
Don't a license to drive myself crazy
me on his next 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
better go to sleep

Def Jux!
Motherfucker,