Luyện nghe bài hát Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats

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

(Chorus 1)
I wanna 'em all that we can't be touched,
we too outta hand and we move too much,
and we can take all pressure,
'cause we want nothing at all,
except for maybe some of us.
Down tucked tight,
just as ready to pound as we are to fight,
and we want none of that,
we even lookin 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.
Just looking for a line to read what's the bed,
The threads unrest, and the flesh in restless,
can't choose to stop us, we bad news maracas,
the law but a leash,
lock,
got to pop those 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 lion the eyes 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 on my fuck off,
didn't get in to win i don't respect the game,
i got up with all my friends and a repellent name,
I recommend what little bit of disdain,
a little bit of resistance, can hang.
I was a new jack, tryin' to decide 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 content to let it slip, hell bent, held in,
they full of holes some of ya'll fell in,
how i possibly offer up anything except dissent,
get on the bus.

(Chorus 2)
I'm tryin' to show 'em all that we be touched,
We too outta hand and we too much,
and we can take all pressure,
'cause we don't want at all,
for maybe some more of us,
all here tight,
as ready to pound as we are ready to fight,
and we don't none of that,
and we ain't lookin at ya'll.
alot of fucking pressure.

(Bridge)
feel it? feel

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

(Chorus 2)
I'm to show 'em all that we can't be touched,
That we too outta hand and we 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.