Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly schizophrenic psychotic
Sensational recreational
I I lost it but I found it
Temptation marches till I'm surrounded
Inspired by the sensual illusion
Caught between the crossfire anger and
Howl at the black blanket that's starlit
I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails of the unwanted
Not to be taken for
My has come back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black
I pose babies breath
Be afraid a where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with razor blades
I'm creepin the fence crawlin through your back yard
My states intense
Savage penetration on the with a twist
Now scream and shake fists
Cause are made of this

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

You dropped somethin', your heart
An' it's still pumpin', you from this existence
It to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, because you fake I can trace out image
though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay at least 150 inches
You brew tea? an I know you I can sense it
With the innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches
the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' sleep out your
How long you hibernatin'? Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to your melon
Droppin' grammar a judges hammer
I feel you mark, me feel your chart
You gotta be real an you gotta to heart
You gotta to be an you gots to have heart

Stir the blur, nuts and bolts
in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates
Sound break, concord, eye of the
Hand of a saboteur, your in for
A war that pours coarse of molten cords
Strung by the ones, put me on tour
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin

[Big
Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in game you got no stature
Not even a factor in
Whole shit makes me
Snatch heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for cut-throat mentality
Have? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your
Fallacy with no antidote, in this? age get broke
from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'
Silver crumbin' from flavour
Soon there will be no to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a 12
Soldiers, leakin' a swine
A with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
You'll see blue, the
A death is your fate
Now, I got to do