Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly schizophrenic psychotic
recreational narcotics
I I lost it but I found it
Temptation along till I'm surrounded
Inspired by fire the sensual
between the crossfire anger and confusion
Howl at the moon black that's starlit
I'm rarely romantic through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
Not to be taken for
My past has come back and haunted for
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen roses
I with babies breath
Be afraid a place magic is made
I'll rain on your with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence through your back yard
My mind states
Savage penetration on the with a twist
Now scream and shake your
Cause dreams are made of

[Thirdrail
For real the transmit telepathic
Roamin' the with 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 still pumpin', you from this existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin'
But no way, because you fake I can trace out image
Even you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay back at 150 inches
You brew an I know you know I can sense it
With the nostrils innocently with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed
sleep out your mouth
How long you hibernatin'? Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your
Droppin' like a judges hammer
I feel you mark, feel me feel your
You gotta be real an you gotta to 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
Shift the towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof creates
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand skills of a saboteur, in for
A war that pours coarse of into cords
by the young ones, put me on tour
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin

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