Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

One two
See
here this is heat
Yo, yo, massive

There's something inside
telling you that love's so much more
This is just a
everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing
If just a masquerade

When I feel the way of my innocence
Looking for emotions are fallacy
Everything is waiting on that
Hoping for new opuses and

And I'm you, ohh
If I could from falling
And I bet you, ohh the
Voices in your head but there's no to go

There's something deep
That's telling you that love's so more
This is a masquerade

I sit back with the microphone watchin' MC's turn to actors
Producin' all the factors that life, into a masquerade
We like a bunch of mannequins operated, inoculated
five sentences connect us to the Earth
Rich since the days of my birth
For what it's worth, dissuaded
I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat
Let's and feel the heat now

Like beautiful rain, on the plain
'Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak
I break it down, to H2O
A place to go, you can't escape the flow
Does not exist, I the truth so I persist
Intelligent men? Or just in the Mist
Clenchin' a fist, for the size of dollar bill
I leave the space so you can about it now so just chill

There's
There's deep in
something
There's something deep
That's telling you that love's so more
This is a masquerade
everything's alright
You know time for the writing wars
If it's a masquerade

Black shit, ration, to step up
But they can't even cash it, kick that

saved message
In this venture, nothing gained, I've just touched the surface
Once nervous, when writing for a purpose
It was once more than this, before the left the beat
The soul left the speech, I'm still trying to
My niche, and teach the love again inside the of a present day
Got stepped after, being genuine we're away}

{Before the of diamonds, bells
And a platinum place, fallen from
Not my with another trace
Of the same thing I came in, this is worth saving
Standing in the pockets holding tongues of I'm saying
Blaming only for supporting what they're playing}

{I may peek through the storm, but now raining
Unchanging of late, it's to be creative
creating is native to me, I tried to be
Even patience couldn't save it, the days of pages
couldn't believe I would say this
No longer without wings, is what my name is}

{Too many undermine, what I
Placing my poetry underneath their making of
It was a creation of
Brown or blank slates
trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
It was the of the evening, the way the day grew late
Words tumble lungs over my tongue
And gave a new to my fate}

{It doesn't even matter how the chatter would us
love on our side they could barely stand against us
Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, what's down?
Um I got your message, and uh
Basically call me back and me
Sorry the length of the message, but you know
You feelin' it? man peace
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