Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Intended

- Here come the mic dude, so just
Hey I got your mics
- About
- What up
mic one?
- me
And mic
-
- go
Let me get the for you
Good luck

One two, one two
We bout to burn this shit

Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine
The kool-aid got with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a 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, bring
Swing a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't [?], this hot shit, the dagger in the devil's eye
Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, the [?]
New game, new players, new
The hardest rock shit you hear

We are the way the intended

Her ass, she got it from her
Tits the doctor
fiddelin' the [?]
She looks an [?]
Fresh off the pole, hanging from her
I'm in her [?] to hit
to say that I caught her (click, click)
My is progressive
[?] crime language leaning on
The Lord looking down, judging, the [?] smudging
But I'm over stars screaming the moon ain't nudging
Ain't from Hollis, don't to tell 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
guitar sparks and nights gun powder
A ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The switch turns it louder

They're
Fuck
Burn you see
Not just to the planet [?]
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck everyone, fuck
[?] surrender to the
Meeting creator on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)
everything
(Fuck everyone, everything)