Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is like my batteries are beat
My reality is deep, my is bleak
them words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been glorifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an block, runnin rubber scattered rocks
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never 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 official
Feelin trapped, like a leg lock
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow
Mad hate Christian Audigier and Alize
back funk - roller skatin on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never puttin that
Picnics with girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to with your family
Tired of all the tension, of the insanity
Smashin people and personalities
sense is at an all-time low
Give the kids some room to breathe and let their small minds
Tryin to walk away from a life I lived a time
It's gonna some dedication and a strong mind
will with great friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin a good side
Just want to appreciate this f***in life and have a time
Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the kind
book, that's a good look but it's not mine
But I am God's and I do shine
People lappin up my lyrics like it's
Mad, you movin to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom
doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talkin a classroom teacher
[Chorus: samples of Mad Child
"You don't fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"You don't wanna 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 same the (Tiger Crouch)
Firefighter engine house, backdraft craft
Aircraft, life raft, from the rifle rack
Spit scripture camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box office
Chip off the old block, smoother than a of butter
Boxcutter ox blood like the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a full of dreadlocks
be a glass full of redrum and lava rocks
Lock and load, make of orphans then
make you the road, your name Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like rock and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm
Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Axe death division
Yeah!

[Outro: to the end]
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna with me, boy"