Luyện nghe bài hát Mars Attacks

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

Mars attacks electric gats
Not for abduction (what's up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug piece; hallowed out the
Channel headquarters order the (Mars attacksssss)
We have high column to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area
Not a threat, an area witness won't the promise
lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like check eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Tooth holster fabric
(This fucker's rabid and breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the claps to leave me
I'ma ninja this wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the 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 to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful establishment; you aint shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose a body bag shortage
Last I was like 'god bless the saint that invented the cordless'
This week I saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of my
Temple slash bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any invader practice
Stomped enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me above material and cardinal sin
shot me in the face

Mars (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, stitch
Unleash the unlimited edish piss
I'm singin' cynical the most military ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
We on a three-ringed ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric
Never seen a man's glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and out funny
Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties,
Sippin' tooth blood puddle-
I could with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, hell's 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 cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk shit wit' a tongue a' rug burn!
Bad through blood sugar
Four-piece wit' a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the built the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive is the with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric shark business, cradling the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the
Beggin' for the freezer burn; every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck
Sir, right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, violent laugh homing beacon's never set;
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 from the flash, your penny at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the
crumble we be rockin' right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a in a storm
And I know you was hopin' that the for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block!
- X-Ray with triple X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the I can assure you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

Aint no time left. (Keep ya up now)
wins! (I thought you would like it)
Your head be down in the dirt
We'll end it real
wins! (See how strong you are then..)
Your head with a mouth full of pebbles
it man, no time left.
Ya'll keep talkin'. get you nowhere...