Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Pillz

[Aesop
MURS, you should go get us food

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

Rock]
Aesop's getting

Well do you want?

[Aesop
What's on your mind, Big

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

[Aesop
Did you take meds today?

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

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

Did you take your today?

[Aesop
Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm so amped 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 calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the
I pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry
(I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em"
Like a 1950-something wire hanger victim
99 of happy pills on the wall
Take 'em down, 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all

I was at the park with a couple of other Jukies
We were paused taking on all comers like bookies
Rookies running up with run-of-the-mill raps
Crashed, hit 'em all up with of ill slaps
The Harlem Backslap just happens to be my
You take it from your then you take 'em to the pavement
We take shit but we take our medication
And we bust them raps back to Prozac

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

2]

[Aesop
Blockhead, this beat sounds the theme song to the
Huston 500 Fuck-Fest
Get laughed at dude last in line tryin' to fuck that's suspect
Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' bonsai column big pimpin'
With less money and women, money 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 or the wrong stuff
Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch upon the mic you suck

This does like the beat from a porno flick
Before we get up off the go and warn those chicks
That we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno
I wanna fill you up, fill you up
Bang this dick your stomach until you reveal your lunch
Shove my 8 into your face and you taste your cunt
Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely 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 that See You in thing
Decompose like Dorothy water clutch which people smelting
And I seldom seen these weeks without the crust
uncivil circuits that make the cut
I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the out if someone
doesn't let me use their
Yo, I gotta go home

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 this too serious I'm just gonna bomb
I'm just screwing with 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
Don't need a license to drive crazy
Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop 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,