Luyện nghe bài hát Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats

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

(Chorus 1)
I wanna show 'em all that we be touched,
we too outta hand and we move too much,
and we can take all pressure,
'cause we don't nothing at all,
except for maybe more of us.
Down tucked tight,
just as ready to as we are ready to fight,
and we want none of that,
we ain't even at ya'll.

(Verse 1)
Nah, I'm looking 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.
looking for a line to read what's under the bed,
The last threads unrest, and the in restless,
choose to stop us, we some bad news maracas,
the law but a leash,
lock,
got tools to pop wreckless,
and just out of reach,
underneath,
mock fools and shows,checklist,
'em how they treat,
goon-ish with a set of rules
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,
mother fuckers, see i was born this,
with a twist, raised in the midwest,
where hate with a grin,
came of age, skin,
no contest, smile on my fuck off,
get in to win 'cause i don't respect the game,
i got up with all my friends and picked a name,
I recommend what little bit of disdain,
a little bit of resistance, can hang.
I was a new jack, tryin' to where i fit,
i got busy, I the walls how i live,
and they ain't got the balls or the ovaries to get a grip,
so to let it slip, hell bent, none held in,
they story full of holes of ya'll fell in,
how could i offer up anything except dissent,
get on the bus.

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

(Bridge)
feel it? that?

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

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