Luyện nghe bài hát Mainstream 307 (Non Prophets)

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

away
Sad to see you go the way you do
Today you're with yesterday's truth
You know better for the actions
As for your past friends, all in the holocaust
Of in a backward caption
Unlucrative talents that to give balance when you had to live with two abusive parents
Waste away expenses for yourself
I know you're sensitive for the negative effects day to day
Cash in between your pay checks
Remember you were free?
I you at your apex
Don't tell me in a better place just 'cause the rent is higher
Spent fuel on retirement now you don't know where the went
Waste away, the is charcoal
you make is reduced to a barcode

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

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The lowest denominators let the arts suffer
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 trends that are hot this
You need to the breath you're talking under
Until you're close to death and no ones left in the pop culture you
Freedom to choose between and butter
The choice should be between fingernail clippers and lock
A something for the sweet tooth of chocolate lovers
candy rappers reproducing 2Pac covers
Biggie Small wonders... makin milk from robotic
The whole motherfucking pop is smothered
Back in the day, NWA made shudder
And 808's replaced drummers
Turn into job hunters
Foundation crop
You were chillin' now you sound faker than Raekwon's
Your whole essence is a stocking
On Day I'll open your presents with a box cutter
Give secrets to the keys of life
I strike these chords I'm ignored while I counter-points Bill O'Rielly tries to score
Wipe the floor with your some more
And fight the war Michael Moore in a Nike store
the general consensus of shit
As petty as it is Das EFX rocked band aid ten years before Nelly did

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I don't be famous like the artists on your playlist
The emotion I put into it the harder they diss
Actors with scripts thinking they to repent
I'd rather be rich than have a lot of resent
It's the public I get rush from
While I'm busting dope I'm misquoted
And you might I wrote it
For all you it's all for the dough
I off a forty O
And bought the that were affordable
A scorpio with the stinger sticking into and tawdry holes
Your flows with an awful show of raw audio
call me slow to adapt, I said FUCK THAT!

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