Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly borderline psychotic
Sensational narcotics
I I lost it but I found it
Temptation along till I'm surrounded
Inspired by fire the sensual
Caught between the crossfire anger and
Howl at the moon black that's starlit
I'm rarely romantic plowing tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
Not to be for granted
My past has come back and haunted for
all ready danced with death. a dozen 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 crawlin through your back yard
My mind intense
penetration on the rocks with a twist
Now and shake your fists
dreams are made of this

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

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

Stir the blur, and bolts whirl
Stored in ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
When 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 into
Strung by the young ones, put me on
No lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

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