Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

Slightly schizophrenic borderline
Sensational narcotics
I thought I lost it but I it
marches along till I'm surrounded
Inspired by fire the sensual
between the crossfire anger and confusion
Howl at the moon 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 come and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a black roses
I pose with babies
Be a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin your back yard
My mind intense
penetration on the rocks with a twist
Now scream and shake your
Cause are made of this

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

You somethin', it's your heart
An' it's still pumpin', you from this existence
It to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, because you fake I can out your image
Even though you 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 mixed with 6 stenches
Henceforth the swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' sleep out your
How you been hibernatin'? Too long!
You're and aiding a felon, to switch your melon
Droppin' grammar a judges hammer
I feel you mark, feel me feel chart
You gotta be real an you gotta to have
You gotta to be real an you to have heart

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10
the weight towards 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 of molten 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, their cartoon characters
Grafted Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not a factor in this
shit makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto
Antonym of urban, too feminine for cut-throat mentality
Have? thoughts in my area, you get out your Suburban
Fallacy no antidote, in this? your age get broke
Runnin' gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'
Silver spoons from flavour
Soon will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a 12
Soldiers, leakin' a swine
A snake no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A death is your fate
Now, I got to do