Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

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

Vic]
For real the opposite telepathic
Roamin' the with automatics and back packs
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial

You dropped somethin', your heart
An' still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be skin
But no way, you fake I can trace out your image
though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay at least 150 inches
You brew tea? an I you know I can sense it
With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 stenches
the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' sleep out your
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 feel your
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 strong of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof creates
Sound break, concord, eye of the
Hand of a saboteur, your in for
A war that pours coarse of molten into
by the young ones, put me on tour
No folk horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

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