Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

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

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

You dropped somethin', it's your
An' it's pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin'
But no way, you fake I can trace out your image
Even you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay back at least 150
You brew an I know you know I can sense it
With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 stenches
Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to 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 judges
I feel you mark, feel me feel chart
You be real an you gotta to have heart
You gotta to be real an you to have heart

Stir the blur, and bolts whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 boxes of 10 floors
Shift the towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing Prev creates
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand skills of a saboteur, in for
A war that pours coarse of molten into
Strung by the ones, put me on tour
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin

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Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon
Grafted Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not even a in this
Whole shit makes me
Snatch heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this mentality
thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban
Fallacy no antidote, in this? your age get broke
Runnin' gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'
Silver crumbin' from flavour
there will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a 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