Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the monkey wrench in well prefectionist emblem
Just to watch moniters spit white noise
through office space?
Automate.
I infect jolly gene pool descendent cloud
art revolution sound jugglers.
Delinquent fan for habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and pause somewhere in the for slick invention.
This years brain crops spectacular.
I ain't mad at cha, don't 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 B-boy krylon can combust circuits
Working these war picked
with Ted Stryker stability and chivalry.
I alone in a warm food feud
Walking generation.
Ain't asking for your patience.
The grand opening me to the fact
I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else.

(Talk labor)
Fantastic urchin puting work in.
Searching for pertinent minus the murderous diversion.
Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob
nor would I sacrifice lifestyle to jury temperament.
This Green Goblin web cutter butts up against
crayola landscapes spittin bedlam, dead 'em.
Charge the nickles and nicotine
to him fed to one disgruntled kraken at high noon.
We'll sell popcorn, beer and
I got an this gon be the one children bicker over.
Its that warriors vs. baseball element
to his motor 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 human kind ratios
man, it.
I work the surface
I on what I love, I work to service all my burdens
And work until this here little flat line closes the curtains