Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

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

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

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

Stir the blur, and bolts whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong of 10 floors
the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the roof Prev 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 lore for poison, pour in skin pores

Nous]
Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
Grafted Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not a factor in this
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 Suburban
Fallacy with no antidote, in this? age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' rumin'
Silver crumbin' from flavour
Soon there will be no to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist a size 12
National? Soldiers, a swine
A snake no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
You'll see blue, the
A quick death is fate
Now, I got to do