Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Pillz

Rock]
MURS, you should go get us some

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

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 is my girl

Rock]
Did you your meds today?

20 milligrams worth, but I'm so amped I can kill a damn verse
on your mind Aes Rock?

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

Did you your meds today?

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

1]

[Aesop
I was cooling at the with a couple of other Jukies
An animated suspended like milk money bullies
I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the
I calibrate 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, pass 'em around before me and eat 'em all

I was cooling at the park with a couple of other
We were paused 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 then you 'em to the pavement
We take shit but we take our medication
And we bust them raps to Prozac Nation

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

2]

[Aesop
Blockhead, this beat sounds like the song to the
500 Marathon Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at like dude in line tryin' to fuck that's suspect
Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with column big pimpin'
less money and women, money that's slippin'
Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the
Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors
Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong
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 warn those
we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick
I wanna fill you up, fill you up
Bang this into your stomach until you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into face and make you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, 'cause my would surely kill me
I only rest my cock when my enthrills me

3]

[Aesop
MURS is my pharmacist full of Klonopin
I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US
See me in hell cashing in on that See You in thing
Decompose like water bucket clutch which people smelting
And I seldom these weeks without the medicated crust
Settle uncivil circuits that the cut
I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if
doesn't let me use their
Yo, MURS I go home

Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he own a farm
But he owns a gang of pills that'll and keep me calm
If you're taking this too I'm just gonna bomb
I'm screwing with your head like to do em out with brain
inside a shed, I take the same meds
As Iron Mike Tyson, my 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 go to sleep

Def Jux!
Motherfucker,