Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak like my are beat
My reality is deep, my reality is
Take them words and murder them like Jeffrey on a beat
I've glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded
though I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" motor cop
I'm pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official
Feelin trapped, like a leg figure-four
free, like a dreadlocked reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow
Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and
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 to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, of the insanity
Smashin people and clashin
sense is at an all-time low
Give the kids some room to breathe and let their minds grow
Tryin to walk away from a life I lived a time
It's take some dedication and a strong mind
Strong will with great and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a side
Just want to appreciate this f***in life and have a good
Write good rhymes, s***, the good kind
Good book, that's a good look but not mine
But I am God's and I do shine
lappin up my lyrics like it's moonshine
Mad, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due
Bad mood tabooed tattooed
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom
Keep doin drugs, bad on the weekend
And on talkin like a classroom teacher
[Chorus: of Mad Child scratched]
"You wanna fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"You don't f*** with me, boy"
"You don't wanna with 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, backdraft master
Aircraft, raft, rhymes from the rifle rack
Spit Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava murder box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother than a stick of
Boxcutter ox blood swingin the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass full of redrum and lava
Lock and load, make lots of then
make you walk the road, your name Viggo
My mouth dry like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death
Yeah!

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