Luyện nghe bài hát Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats

All of 'em... of 'em.
Freezing...

(Chorus 1)
I show 'em all that we can't be touched,
we too outta hand and we move too much,
and we can all that pressure,
'cause we don't nothing at all,
except for maybe some of us.
Down here tight,
just as ready to pound as we are to fight,
and we don't want of that,
we ain't even at ya'll.

(Verse 1)
Nah, I'm through dirty lenses,
But so to be alive,
That death thinks I ruin the vibe.
I'm not invited, I'm not crying,
out crimes,
Acting in not blindly.
Just looking for a to read what's under the bed,
The last unrest, and the flesh in restless,
can't choose to us, we some bad news maracas,
the law but a leash,
lock,
got tools to pop wreckless,
and out of your reach,
underneath,
mock fools and shows,checklist,
treat 'em how treat,
with a new-ish set of rules
and a set of teeth,
I'm a lion the eyes on the meat,
to find it in any of ya'll,
motivated, ya'll,
you can it in his speech.

alright,
mother fuckers, see i was like this,
pissed with a twist, in the midwest,
where hate with a grin,
came of age, skin,
no contest, bigger smile on my off,
get in to win 'cause i don't respect the game,
i got up all my friends and picked a repellent name,
I constantly recommend what bit of disdain,
a little bit of resistance, can hang.
I was a new jack, to decide where i fit,
i got busy, I destroy the how i live,
and they ain't got the balls or the to get a fucking grip,
so content to let it slip, hell bent, none in,
they story full of holes of ya'll fell in,
how could i possibly offer up anything dissent,
get on the bus.

(Chorus 2)
I'm to show 'em all that we can't be touched,
We too hand and we move too much,
and we can all that pressure,
'cause we don't want at all,
for maybe some more of us,
all tucked tight,
just as to pound as we are ready to fight,
and we don't none of that,
and we even lookin at ya'll.
It's of fucking pressure.

(Bridge)
feel it? feel

Ain't no particular road, no particular mission,
only impossible goals, defy definition.
They only temperatures cold, probaby 'cause they only
to everything that told, we critical,
thermometers hot,
we don't stay down, we watch,
we gettin' caught,
better runnin', ready or not,
all playground,
it dont stop, we getting caught,
better runnin', ready or not,

(Chorus 2)
I'm tryin' to show 'em all that we be touched,
we too outta hand and we move too much,
and we can all the pressure,
'cause we don't nothing at all,
except for maybe more of us.
yeah, so you at?
in lock-picks, knives, bricks and bats,
and we can all the pressure,
and we aint even at ya'll.