Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

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

I'm not the same you've heard before;
My heart is the beat on the and fourth;
Hip-hop isn't dead this is law;
We'll drag horse to water and make it thirst for more;

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

Discontent is the where these words are formed;
The on the fire that you burnt this for;
This goes out to those who've heard the call;
If the law serves the rich then serve the poor;

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

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

that beat out, settle the groove in;
I'll do what I do to get you to tune in;
My inner child's off cutting on the mood swings;
But playground tactics are the I do this;

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

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

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

Every face in 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;

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

For every head I with the lyrics I take down;
Or women I've loved who might break
For all my family and friends, I hope we to the end;
I can't edit a word too late now;

For every face in the crowd, I make proud,
Cause we've all taken hits but won't down;
I never say I'm great, but I'm grateful,
Cause I don't that a king would ever wear that fake crown;

Every 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 people are weighed, down;

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