Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak my batteries are beat
My is deep, my reality is bleak
Take them words and murder them like Jeffrey on a beat
I've been horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an block, runnin rubber scattered rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, Glock
Even I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
"Total silence" photoshop motor cop
I'm being pulled into the of a vicious war
And I'm to 0-0, the official score
Feelin trapped, a leg lock figure-four
free, like a dreadlocked reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a grave
Mad Child hate Audigier and Alize
Bring back funk - roller on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm puttin that away
Picnics with your girlfriend, celebratin
Or go on a to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, of the insanity
Smashin people and personalities
Fashion is at an all-time low
Give the some room to breathe and let their small minds grow
Tryin to away from a life I lived a long time
It's gonna take some and a strong mind
Strong will with great friends and a vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a side
Just to appreciate this f***in life and have a good time
good rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind
Good book, that's a look but it's not mine
But I am God's child and I do
People lappin up my lyrics it's moonshine
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act like a baboon, speaker
Keep doin drugs, bad moves on the
And keep on talkin a classroom teacher
samples of Mad Child scratched]
"You wanna fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"You wanna f*** with me, boy"
"You don't wanna f*** me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"... with me, boy"

Follow you to the parkade, blade, "Dagger Mouth"
You can see the (Dragon Hide) the time the (Tiger Crouch)
Firefighter engine house, master craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle
scripture Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox swingin like the Red Sox
fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass full of redrum and lava
Lock and load, lots of orphans then
make you walk the road, your name Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like chalk rock and
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, night vision, Green Lantern prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Axe death division
Yeah!

[Outro: to the end]
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna f*** with me, boy"