Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak like my are beat
My reality is deep, my is bleak
Take them words and murder them Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been glorifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded
Even though I'm motormouth, been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" photoshop cop
I'm being pulled into the middle of a war
And I'm back to 0-0, the score
Feelin trapped, like a leg figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow
Mad hate Christian Audigier and Alize
Bring back funk - skatin on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never that away
Picnics your girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with your
Tired of all the tension, sick of the
Smashin people and clashin
Fashion is at an all-time low
Give the kids some to breathe and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk away from a life I lived a time
It's gonna some dedication and a strong mind
Strong will with friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not there's a good side
Just want to appreciate this f***in and have a good time
Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the good
Good book, that's a good look but it's not
But I am God's child and I do
People lappin up my lyrics like moonshine
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed tattooed
like a racoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, speaker
doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And on talkin like a classroom teacher
[Chorus: samples of Mad Child
"You don't wanna fuck me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"You don't f*** with me, boy"
"You wanna f*** with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"... f*** me, boy"

Follow you to the parkade, blade, "Dagger Mouth"
You can see the (Dragon Hide) the same the (Tiger Crouch)
engine house, backdraft master craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes the rifle rack
Spit scripture Bible camp, 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
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a full of dreadlocks
That'll be a full of redrum and lava rocks
and load, make lots of orphans then
make you walk the road, your Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like chalk and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm
Green Beret, night vision, Green light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Axe death division
Yeah!

[Outro: scratched to the
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna f*** me, boy"