Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist
to watch these moniters spit white noise
through office space?
Automate.
I jolly gene pool descendent cloud clusters
starving art sound jugglers.
Delinquent fan for habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and pause somewhere in the middle for invention.
This years crops spread spectacular.
I mad at cha, don't stay mad at the caliber.
I twist characters like characters.
Tally up the cat aggresion
in Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bass line lust.
An automatic B-boy can combust circuits
Working these war cyphers
with Ted Stryker and kamakazi chivalry.
I alone noble in a food feud
dead generation.
Ain't nobody asking for patience.
The opening holding me to the fact
that I knew and didn't have to ask nobody else.

(Talk labor)
Fantastic planet urchin puting in.
Searching for pertinent minus the murderous diversion.
Apologies lore me to the communal sob story
nor would I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit temperament.
whole Green Goblin web cutter butts up against
crayola daydream landscapes spittin bedlam, 'em.
Charge the villagers and nicotine
to watch him fed to one disgruntled at high noon.
We'll popcorn, beer and balloons
I got an inkling this gon be the one bicker over.
Its warriors vs. baseball fury element
to glitch his motor sensory
I am a star, really.
The big bang bastard's
with a one way to Beat Street.
This all is like relevent to human kind ratios
man, it.
I past the surface
I work on what I love, I to service all my burdens
And I'll work this here little flat line closes the curtains