Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
[Mad
Personality is like my batteries are beat
My reality is deep, my is bleak
Take them words and them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" motor cop
I'm being pulled into the middle of a war
And I'm to 0-0, the official score
Feelin trapped, a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a grave
Mad Child hate Christian 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 with your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the
Smashin and clashin personalities
sense is at an all-time low
Give the kids some room to and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk away from a I lived a long time
gonna take some dedication and a strong mind
Strong will great 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***, the good 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, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due
Bad tabooed tattooed preacher
like a racoon, nose like 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 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)
Firefighter engine house, backdraft craft
Aircraft, raft, rhymes from the rifle rack
Spit scripture Bible camp, oil lamp
Lava lamp box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox blood like the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass of redrum and lava rocks
and load, make lots of orphans then
make you walk the road, your name Mortensen
My mouth dry like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm
Green Beret, vision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death
Yeah!

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"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna f*** me, boy"