Luyện nghe bài hát Mars Attacks

These lil', lil' Martians
You gotta love em'

Mars attacks wit' gats
Not for abduction (what's up then?!)
Billy took a to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high column to this pigeon ankle
And our harvest; 51st area sickness
Not a threat, an area won't injure the promise
Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are A sir
the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka holster fabric
(This rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to me
I'ma ninja this shit sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; of the mother and um,
I'd be if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive to save the race
You land in hand on board to magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance when I point
Comparison of ET verse little old me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
Beautiful establishment; you established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint invented the cordless'
This I saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash bull-cabinet Mastermind (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my soothes any space invader practice
Stomped under enemy like "Hey now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me rise above and cardinal sin
They shot me in the

Mars (X5)

(Puffin' smoke) Run around with your on fire
(Jet-black on the horizon) Black smoke in the air.
Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I you would like it)
(We make it) Who you screaming at dog?
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, stitch
Unleash the unlimited edish primitive
I'm singin' maybe the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a three-ringed prong ancient elephant
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric
Never seen a poor man's glimpse set (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and out funny
Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties,
Saber tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey's, if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics,
Can't shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through blood
Four-piece heartbeats a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now if in the cabin built the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, stole a pulse with the
Keeping me alive is the vibe the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
droids; more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the
for the freezer burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck
Sir, your to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon's never
Who chase till we all catch
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey
It's not a game no more, run the flash, leave your penny at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the
Mic's crumble we be rockin' right; in the year of the
Saw a grey rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin' that the for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) what else, I transmit from the block!
T-Rex - X-Ray with X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

no time left. (Keep ya head up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would it)
Your head will be down in the
We'll end it quick
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how you are then..)
head down with a mouth full of pebbles
That's it man, no left.
Ya'll talkin'. It'll get you nowhere...