Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Intended

- come the mic dude, so just walk
Hey guys I got your
- About
- What up
Who's mic
- me
And mic
-
- go
Let me get the for you
Good guys

One two, one two
We bout to burn this down

Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like cooks
The kool-aid got spiked with porcupines,
into Rigo, this ain't a fast track
Your tickets straight, TSA your ass back
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 covers, pick 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
fiddelin' the [?]
She like an [?]
Fresh off the pole, hanging from her
I'm in her [?] to hit
Just to say I caught her (click, click)
My hardware is
[?] crime leaning on obsessive
The Lord down, judging, the room [?] smudging
But I'm over stars screaming the moon ain't nudging
Ain't from Hollis, need to tell you who is
But who it raise hell, they be like "you kid"
A man [?] [?] lyrical blood over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret
Electric guitar sparks and gun powder
A sabbath black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The kill switch turns it

everything
Fuck
everything you see
Not clinging to the planet [?]
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck everyone, everything
[?] to the cause
Meeting creator on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
everything
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)