Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly schizophrenic psychotic
recreational narcotics
I thought I it but I found it
Temptation marches till I'm surrounded
by fire the sensual illusion
Caught between the anger and confusion
at the moon black blanket that's starlit
I'm romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
Not to be taken for
My past has come back and for real
all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses
I pose babies breath
Be afraid a place where magic is
I'll rain on your parade silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your yard
My mind intense
Savage penetration on the rocks with a
Now scream and your fists
Cause are made of this

[Thirdrail
For the opposite transmit telepathic
Roamin' the flats automatics and back packs
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's please, you artificial

You dropped somethin', it's heart
An' it's pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be skin
But no way, because you fake I can trace out image
Even though you cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
back at least 150 inches
You brew tea? an I know you know I can it
With the nostrils mixed with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
sleep out your mouth
How long you been Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to your melon
Droppin' grammar like a hammer
I feel you mark, feel me your chart
You be real an you gotta to have heart
You gotta to be real an you gots to have

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong of 10 floors
the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape
When on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand of a saboteur, your in for
A war that pours coarse of molten into
by the young ones, put me on tour
No lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

[Big
Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon
Grafted Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not even a in this
Whole shit makes me
Snatch your heart out your like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat
Have? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out Suburban
Fallacy no antidote, in this? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never
Silver spoons crumbin' from
Soon there will be no overseer to ya
When I delve, tell podiatrist it's a size 12
National? Soldiers, a swine
A snake no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A quick death is your
Now, I got to do