Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

Bring beat in sound the drums,
The single in the air amidst a thousand thumbs,
Hitchhiking out of on the back of a truck;
My message is the snare drowning out the toms;

I'm not the same shit heard before;
My is the beat on the first and fourth;
Hip-hop dead this is urban law;
We'll drag that horse to and make it thirst for more;

Turn that trickle to a stream and that to a geyser;
Our dreams are the fire burst it forth
Break on the soap box the curb has formed;
Music is our white flag on an at war;

is the anvil where these words are formed;
The fuel on the that you burnt this for;
This song goes out to who've heard the call;
If the law the rich then we'll serve the poor;

Every face in crowd has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every in the air, waving it like they cared;
That our people are weighed, weighed

at the stage, who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that weighed, weighed down;
By every minute of the day that we day that we
Not our ways,

Drop that out, settle the groove in;
I'll do what I gotta do to get you to in;
My inner child's off sick on the mood swings;
But tactics are the reason I do this;

Aint it sick we hide from the truth,
advice on a loop makes us look past the movie screen;
All these films aliens and space ships,
amaze kids, who forget that their the future's bleak;

Alright, yeah we're of on a losing streak,
But won't forget a for a few defeats; at least;
Racism isn't even it used to be;
The man can barely draw that gap between blue and green;

And though I do complain we aren't truly
We are still who we to be;
We are still we move to a beat;
So when ask why, I'll tell them I choose to speak;

face in this crowd has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
fist in the air, waving it like they cared;
That our are weighed, weighed down;

at the stage who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that they're weighed, down;
By every minute of the day that we day that we
Not our ways,

For every head I offend with the I take down;
Or women I've loved who break down;
For all my family and friends, I hope we stand to the
I edit a word it's too late now;

For face in the crowd, that I make proud,
Cause we've all taken but won't stay down;
I might say I'm great, but I'm grateful,
Cause I don't believe that a king would ever wear that crown;

Every face in crowd has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every in the air, waving it like they cared;
That our people are weighed, down;

at the stage, who can catch my gaze,
Just to me that they're weighed, weighed down;
By every of the day that we day that we waste;
Not our ways,