Luyện nghe bài hát Mainstream 307 (Non Prophets)

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Then one day it all on me yo
I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their
(Easier than done)
I wasn't down with the mainstream or I say their team
(Gotta a way)
I wasn't down with the mainstream or I say their team
(Easier said done)
I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say team
(Gotta a way)

away
Sad to see you go the way you do
Today you're through yesterday's truth
You know better for the actions
As for your friends, all lost in the holocaust
Of in a backward caption
Unlucrative talents that used to give balance when you had to live two abusive parents
Waste away create for yourself
I you're sensitive for the negative effects felt day to day
Cash in your weekly pay checks
Remember you were free?
I seen you at apex
tell me you're in a better place just 'cause the rent is higher
Spent fuel on retirement now you know where the fire went
away, the future is charcoal
Everything you make is reduced to a

Everyone mistakes, do's is a lost road
Going place to faking moves on your car's sold
Going with a fool's heart?
I'd rather be a fool with a heart of
Lose my and save my truth till tomorrow
when I'd hate if my beautiful scar showed?

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The lowest common denominators let the arts
The only heart you is road kill on your car bumper
You're Bunker caught in slumber?
I hope you burn to death with the that are hot this summer
You need to hold the breath talking under
Until close to death and no ones left in the pop culture you cocksucker
Freedom to choose between margarine and
The choice should be fingernail clippers and lock cutters
A little something for the sweet tooth of chocolate
Besides candy reproducing 2Pac covers
Biggie Small wonders... makin milk from gutters
The whole motherfucking pop culture is
Back in the day, NWA made cops
And 808's rock drummers
Turn them into job
Foundation dusters
You were chillin' now you faker than Raekwon's stutter
Your whole essence is a stocking
On Christmas Day I'll open your presents a box cutter
away secrets to the keys of life
While I strike chords I'm ignored while I counter-points Bill O'Rielly tries to score
Wipe the floor with your psyche some
And fight the war with Michael in a Nike store
Battling the general consensus of
As petty as it is Das EFX rocked that band aid ten years Nelly did

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I wanna be famous like the artists on your playlist
The emotion I put into it the harder they diss
Actors with scripts thinking ought to repent
I'd rather be rich have a whole lot of resent
It's the pitiful public I get from
While I'm busting dope lines I'm
And you might think I it
For all you it's all for the dough
I fought off a O
And bought the that were affordable
A scorpio with the stinger into singers and tawdry holes
Your chorus flows with an awful show of raw
They me slow to adapt, I said FUCK THAT!

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