Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Intended

- Here the mic dude, so just walk
Hey guys I got mics
- time
- up man?
Who's mic
- me
And mic
-
- go
Let me get the for you
Good guys

One two, one two
We bout to burn this shit

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

We are the way the intended

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

everything
Fuck
Burn you see
Not just clinging to the [?]
(Fuck everyone, everything)
everyone, fuck everything
[?] to the cause
Meeting your on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
everything
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)