Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Intended

- Here come the mic dude, so walk
Hey guys I got your
- About
- up man?
Who's mic
- me
And mic
-
- go
Let me get the for you
luck guys

One two, one two
We bout to burn this down

Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's nine cooks
The kool-aid got with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a track
tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAC, IBM, the big [?] on the
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the
Fuck everyone, bitch, everything
Swing like a mandolin, ain't a sex toy
This ain't [?], this hot shit, push the in the devil's eye
Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the covers, pick the [?]
New game, new players, new
The hardest rock shit you gon'

We are the way the intended

Her ass, she got it her momma
from the doctor
Figures the [?]
She like an [?]
Fresh off the pole, hanging her hook
I'm in her [?] to hit
to say that I caught her (click, click)
My hardware is
[?] language leaning on obsessive
The looking down, judging, the room [?] smudging
But I'm over your stars screaming the ain't nudging
from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is
But who it here raise hell, they be "you kid"
A man [?] [?] lyrical blood over the texture
We by that code, not to regret living
Electric guitar and nights gun powder
A ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The kill turns it louder

everything
Fuck
Burn you see
Not just to the planet [?]
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck everyone, everything
[?] surrender to the
Meeting your creator on the day you are
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
everything
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)