Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly borderline psychotic
Sensational recreational
I I lost it but I found it
Temptation marches till I'm surrounded
Inspired by fire the sensual
Caught the crossfire anger and confusion
Howl at the moon blanket that's starlit
I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the
Not to be taken for
My past has back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a black roses
I pose with babies
Be a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through back yard
My mind intense
Savage penetration on the rocks with a
Now scream and shake fists
dreams are made of this

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

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

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 boxes of 10 floors
the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev
Sound break, concord, eye of the
skills 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 characters
Grafted from Africa, in this you got no stature
Not a factor in this
shit makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out Suburban
Fallacy with no antidote, in your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never
spoons crumbin' from flavour
Soon there be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist a size 12
Soldiers, leakin' a swine
A snake with no spine, see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A death is your fate
Now, I got to do