Luyện nghe bài hát Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats

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

(Chorus 1)
I wanna show 'em all we can't be touched,
That we too outta and we move too much,
and we can all that pressure,
'cause we don't want at all,
except for maybe more of us.
Down tucked tight,
as ready to pound as we are ready to fight,
and we don't none of that,
we ain't even at ya'll.

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

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

(Chorus 2)
I'm tryin' to 'em all that we can't be touched,
We too hand and we move too much,
and we can take all pressure,
we don't want nothing at all,
except for maybe some of us,
all tucked tight,
as ready to pound as we are ready to fight,
and we want none of that,
and we ain't lookin at ya'll.
It's of fucking pressure.

(Bridge)
feel it? that?

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

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