Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of
There was not a cloud to of
So the sun hung lonely in the sky
I lay prone in my catboat
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when rang my phone

"Hey butterfly", the said
Slip on duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly your presence
A problem of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it
Damn, what could it be I
A juice I and rolled on down to her [Incomprehensible]
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki some kind of sad
With tears from her eyes she sat me down
And dug my and began to run it down

"You remember my boyfriend Sid fly kid who I love
Well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has a third
But do to our youth an state, we wish to terminate
About this we don't feel great, but baby how it is
But the feds have dissed me, ignore and dismiss me
The pro-lifers me outside the clinic
And call me a murderer, now that's
So needless to say in a mental state of debate"

Hey beautiful bird, I said digging her somber
The are some heavy dudes
don't really give a damn about life
They just don't a woman to control her body
Or have the right to choose but baby that nothin'
They just want a male on the button

Because if you say, War, they will them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be volition
But if and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line to get welfare
they're out hunting and fishing
It has always been around, it will always have the
But they'll make it a privilege not a right accessible only to the

Hey should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't stop after birth
And for child borne to the unprepared it even just get worse
The situation surely if they will find themselves in it
Supporters of the h-bomb and bombing clinic
What type of shit is that? Orwellian in
If Roe V Wade was overturned not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk their
Doctors to and watch as they kill themselves

Now I don't want to macabre
But hey, isn't it my job to lay it on the
And get them off their asses to fight these fascists
So whatever you make that move with pride
Sid will be and so will I
An insect I die

Rhythms and sounds, spinning
Confrontations the nation
block, my block, dreadlocks what a shock
Land of the but not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me