Luyện nghe bài hát Inspiration Island

My mecca of is facing destruction.
Develop hatred, the face of seduction.
My patience erupted, now my abducted,
through this name I've constructed.
Not paid, so reluctant. into darkness.
A place where I couldn't give a fuck if heart's with us.
Half your love doesn't even
to the energy I get from an stare.
Is there? I'm short of replies.
I'm starved nothing to feed off in this Lord of the Flies.
I'm by tribes of doubt without an escape.
I'm screaming and shouting louder to get out of place.
out on the space, thinking, "How the fuck did this happen?"
I thought I would've kept on rapping till my are collapsing,
but I'm lacking all inspiration, my brain.
I want it to be just how they had it back in the day.

in the timeless thought.
Brought up to think my are made
from the future, but of suckers were wrong.
As I pulling the bubble,
my thought's on a course from a song.
Cos everything I of stems from the past.
Learn from my idols not from a teacher in class.
My heroes weren't rock stars or celebrities.
The truth'd be, I look up to my and family.
I'm thanking who gave me a chance,
who me a hand, when my head was stuck in the sand
To my Mum and my Dad, for their love.
My brothers, cousins, uncles, aunties and my godson.
You're the reason and drive, why I put up these critics.
the disses and see very low financial figures.
I'm saying, "Thanks mate and your family, you,
I hang on the streets with the bong crew."

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We roll and we roll and we roll and we roll.

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

Never gonna quit this biz, too far gone.
I the monumental step like my name was Neil Armstrong.
One giant leap for mankind, major.
Syllabolik, I find a later.
time for the peeps now.
I feel deep down, echoing through your soul
now feel the rebound piercing heart,
now open eyes, and light, your like near-death
you're showing the lie.
Cos I spitting these of the Stairway to Heaven.
So, the gods can hear my call, when I'm no present.
I got a for dramatics, but never mistake my lyrics.
Be the cogs turning that will change.
phrase, every verse, every word, every sound,
every bit of shit that's coming out my mouth
so get on kid.
Yeah, Drapht, Downsyde, Layla.
Da da da da.

Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep further. (We'll never fold)
We just and we roll and we roll and we roll.
in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.

The days, we're all older.
The nights, it's all colder.
I a shoulder to cry on.
Hear the of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon, Perth city.
Stand with me, march with me, laugh with me and with me.
Sip a drink from cup and live forever.
Listen to song, it'll all be better.
See, the road we ain't covered in gold,
smothered with blood and then covered with love.
It's the Wiz that I want, cos I a heart,
I need to be to face the past.
I'm inspired by life, cos these I write are non-fiction.
Listen to the a reactions all preordained.
Once you a choice, things'll never be the same.

Welcome to the for the waited on one.
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a half tongue.
the plaque of an aardvark scum.
Wasting like gum, bust up of our lies,
more undown and than a car park.
Hated mirrors, the a slump and the last up a dark angel.
one steer to the ground, I'm a stark naked,
souls now, so, come and fill my gaping holes.
I staple peeled to doubt
and once, coals.
Pillaging this staff of and treasures.
I'm still missing, your path like carcass leapers
or six-year-old girls left a glass.
In African deserts, I'm a split vases for my petals
before I tip the basket in, on one string,
far from with inspiration.
In fact I think taken my man and eloped,
cos he's passionately her curves.
As I'm deferred, for hope.
Struck high, up in moping.
Can't even teach the ropes
I'll tire, nah, coping.
bring me eager reason when I'm pinched and I'm bleeding.
I'm like, "La, you're breathing."
But it's clearly eating at chips
and I apologise, I only wish I had advice for you kids.

in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the up, (Taking it's toll)
but we moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we and we roll and we roll.
Deep in (Stuck in the cold)
last asleep, but the first up, (Taking toll)
but we keep moving further. (We'll fold)
We just roll and we roll and we and we roll.