Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the monkey wrench in well prefectionist emblem
Just to watch these spit white noise
through your space?
Automate.
I infect gene pool descendent cloud clusters
starving art revolution jugglers.
fan for brick habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and pause in the middle for slick invention.
This brain crops spread spectacular.
I ain't mad at cha, stay mad at the caliber.
I twist characters twist characters.
Tally up the cat aggresion
in this Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bass lust.
An B-boy krylon can combust circuits
Working these war picked
with Ted Stryker and kamakazi chivalry.
I alone noble in a warm food
dead generation.
Ain't nobody asking for patience.
The opening holding me to the fact
that I knew myself and didn't to ask nobody else.

(Talk labor)
Fantastic planet urchin puting in.
for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversion.
Apologies won't me to the communal sob story
nor I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit jury temperament.
This Green Goblin web cutter butts up against
daydream landscapes spittin bedlam, dead 'em.
Charge the villagers and nicotine
to him fed to one disgruntled kraken at high noon.
We'll popcorn, beer and balloons
I got an inkling this gon be the one bicker over.
Its that warriors vs. baseball element
to glitch his sensory development
I am a star, really.
The big bastard's back
with a one way to Beat Street.
This all is like relevent to kind supply/demand ratios
man, it.
I past the surface
I work on what I love, I to service all my burdens
And I'll work until this here little flat closes the curtains