Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem
Just to watch these moniters spit white
through your space?
Automate.
I infect jolly gene pool descendent clusters
art revolution sound jugglers.
Delinquent fan for habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and somewhere in the middle for slick invention.
This brain crops spread spectacular.
I mad at cha, don't stay mad at the caliber.
I twist like twist characters.
Tally up the cat aggresion
in this Doug E. Fresh mess up bass line lust.
An automatic krylon can combust circuits
these war picked cyphers
with Ted stability and kamakazi chivalry.
I alone noble in a warm food
Walking generation.
Ain't nobody asking for patience.
The grand opening me to the fact
that I knew myself and have to ask nobody else.

(Talk labor)
Fantastic planet urchin puting in.
Searching for pertinent minus the murderous diversion.
Apologies won't lore me to the sob story
nor would I sacrifice lifestyle to jury temperament.
This whole Green 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 sell popcorn, and balloons
I got an this gon be the one children bicker over.
Its that warriors vs. baseball fury
to glitch his motor development
I am a star, really.
The big bastard's back
a one way ticket to Beat Street.
This all is like to human kind supply/demand ratios
man, it.
I work past the
I work on what I love, I work to all my burdens
And I'll until this here little flat line closes the curtains