Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly schizophrenic borderline
Sensational narcotics
I thought I it but I found it
marches along till I'm surrounded
Inspired by the sensual illusion
Caught between the crossfire and confusion
Howl at the black blanket that's starlit
I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps and madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
Not to be taken for
My past has back and haunted for real
I've all danced with death. a dozen black roses
I with babies breath
Be afraid a place where magic is
I'll rain on your with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the crawlin through your back yard
My states intense
Savage penetration on the rocks a twist
Now and shake your fists
dreams are made of this

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

You somethin', it's your heart
An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you this existence
It seems to be mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, because you fake I can trace out your
Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm that
Stay back at least 150
You brew tea? an I you know I can sense it
With the nostrils mixed with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' out your mouth
How you been hibernatin'? Too long!
abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon
Droppin' grammar like a hammer
I feel you mark, feel me 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
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10
Shift the towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand skills of a saboteur, in for
A war that pours of molten into cords
Strung by the young ones, put me on
No folk lore horsemen for poison, in skin pores

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Soft rhymers, their cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in game you got no stature
Not a factor in this
shit makes me yawn
Snatch heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have? thoughts in my area, you get out your Suburban
with no antidote, in this? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, never rumin'
Silver spoons crumbin' from
Soon there will be no to save ya
I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12
National? Soldiers, leakin' a
A snake with no spine, see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A quick is your fate
Now, I got to do