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 hand and we too much,
and we can all that pressure,
'cause we don't want at all,
except for maybe more of us.
Down tucked tight,
just as ready to pound as we are to fight,
and we don't none of that,
we ain't even at ya'll.

(Verse 1)
Nah, I'm looking through 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 line to read under the bed,
The last threads unrest, and the in restless,
can't to stop us, we some bad news maracas,
the law but a leash,
lock,
got tools to pop wreckless,
and out of your 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 lion with the on the meat,
to find it in any of ya'll,
motivated, ya'll,
you can it in his speech.

alright,
fuckers, see i was born like this,
pissed a twist, raised in the midwest,
where they hate a grin,
of age, thicker skin,
no contest, bigger smile on my off,
didn't get in to win i don't respect the game,
i got up with all my and picked a repellent name,
I constantly recommend 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 the walls how i live,
and they got the balls or the ovaries to get a fucking grip,
so content to let it slip, hell bent, none in,
they story of holes some of ya'll fell in,
how could i possibly offer up except dissent,
get on the bus.

(Chorus 2)
I'm tryin' to show 'em all we can't be touched,
We too outta and we move too much,
and we can all that pressure,
'cause we don't nothing at all,
except for some more of us,
all tucked tight,
just as ready to pound as we are to fight,
and we don't want of that,
and we ain't lookin at ya'll.
alot of fucking pressure.

(Bridge)
feel it? that?

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

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