Luyện nghe bài hát Krazy Kings Too

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It's the classic underground of the urban masters
The krazy kings be thinking and sparking tags quick (4x)

I was once in the land where things never go right
There lived a who sang a swan song of afternoons and home life
Well he was found lost, murdered a mile away in and turnpikes
God bless little lune tns who got in him a few migraines
He stays on the and denims
Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought be drilling 'em
But ah, bs119 and wore black tvs and a long purple
up should portray his weapon
Forever flood the maddened and keep the revelations guessing
Whether through mind over mediation
Self actualization or even zoning out deep relaxation
Yo, I came across grown men too to dream
I walked past them as a child a staff on the south side of queens
Where the wild ones eye the title idol
Only thought was luxury, like the elevation wasn't vital
To keep pace with a that rallied back then, I'm treacherous
And exploded stars out the path of nexuses
A true who's, like, technically inclined to
Attract wannabe gold diggers and forty-niners
you or strangle your ass like with the grapevine
I'm never out for the fame whereas I was to bring fame to my name
And motivated on the down low
Like a jersey packed train, apart from this
My crew, tight-knit with arsonists quick to set it
the rain forest gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are
If you ain't really the invisible
The rhyme blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile
It's like, as I approach the two three hearts death's in the
Still one sixteenth of a is critical when it enters, so

It's the classic underground styles of the masters
The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking quick
(x4, alternating jus, el-p)

Shit, I feel
I the city air like wet leather
Alone, though the populace dwells so together
Alarmingly dependent on I was raised as a child to keep me one
Trying to outrun white noise my tv keeps me numb
Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as
God's son, not a martyr but a fresh member of a collective
Who travel the blazing light as my corpse is dissected
Cell pack, give 'em a little something on the set
Licking a slug at brandon lee just to be offensive like
the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone can't fulfill me
Just cause I'm pinoy don't mean the government's not to kill me
The krazy king to whom even himself remains
From to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises
To myself, to be the b-boy of stealth clashes
Who plot a point on the for every crab that he harrasses
Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic of dark euthanasia
Fifty thousand pen and pain in alphabetical arrangement
Caught a cat scan to print my delusion and frame it
my old pseudonym with a quote from cold fusion explain shit
Before the three wheels hit the
I'mma get a new market, with bells on
But can seem to fall all over harlots and sirens
And ignore those who really me
Who in truth embody the rarity of true
My man had a that's expressing and gentle
We played all night
Smoking kool cigs the sun entered the temple
a bad merger of substance of hell his brain swelled
It filled liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac
When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I him
And affirmed to teach myself to my way more credit
And the serum between something low and the love to keep separate
And blitz commander won his armful needs a medic
You must expedite functions of and stick to it
a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid
Rubble becomes structure from the beauty of
Alchemy: heal your with art, learn to use it

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It's the classic underground styles of the masters
The krazy be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (10x)