Luyện nghe bài hát Krazy Kings Too

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

I was once in the land where things never go right
There lived a king who sang a swan song of and home life
Well he was lost, murdered a mile away in yards and turnpikes
God bless lune tns who got in him inhaling a few migraines
He on the shells and denims
Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be 'em
But ah, and wore black tvs and a long purple robe
up should portray his weapon
Forever flood the maddened and keep the revelations guessing
Whether through mind matter mediation
Self actualization or zoning out through deep relaxation
Yo, I across grown men too scared to dream
I walked past them as a child with a on the south side of queens
Where the wild ones eye the percent idol
Only thought was attain luxury, like the elevation vital
To pace with a crew that rallied back then, I'm treacherous
And willpower stars out the path of nexuses
A rebel who's, like, technically inclined to
Attract scientifical gold diggers and forty-niners
you or strangle your ass like with the grapevine
I'm never out for the fame I was told to bring fame to my name
And motivated on the down low
Like a northbound jersey packed train, apart this
My crew, tight-knit with arsonists quick to set it
Like the rain gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are
If you ain't really witness the
The clairvoyant blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile
It's like, as I approach the two three death's in the blow
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 tags
(x4, bigg jus, el-p)

Shit, I feel
I the city air like wet leather
Alone, though the populace dwells so together
Alarmingly dependent on technology I was as a child to keep me one
Trying to outrun white from my tv keeps me numb
Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as
son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective
Who through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected
Cell pack, give 'em a little something on the set
a slug at brandon lee just to be offensive like tech
Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone fulfill me
Just I'm pinoy don't mean the government's not trying to kill me
The krazy to whom even himself remains anonymous
conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises
To myself, born to be the of stealth clashes
Who plot a on the graph for every crab that he harrasses
blitzkrieg nihilistic heart of dark euthanasia
Fifty thousand pen and pain phrase in alphabetical
Caught a cat to color print my delusion and frame it
Battle my old pseudonym with a quote from cold fusion explain
the three wheels hit the target
I'mma get a new life market, bells on
But can only to fall all over harlots and sirens
And those who really love me
Who in truth embody the of true starlets
My man had a humor that's and gentle
We played backgammon all
Smoking kool cigs till the sun the temple
From a bad merger of substance of hell his swelled
It filled liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac
When I saw his grave, I had the so I doubled him
And affirmed to teach myself to my way more credit
And the serum something low and the love to keep them separate
And blitz won because his armful needs a medic
You expedite functions of truth and stick to it
a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid
Rubble structure from the beauty of confusion
Alchemy: heal pain with art, learn to use it

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