Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
[Mad
is weak like my batteries are beat
My reality is deep, my reality is
Take them words and murder them like Jeffrey on a beat
I've been horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, rubber scattered rocks
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never a chatterbox
"Total silence" photoshop motor cop
I'm being pulled the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the score
Feelin trapped, a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a dreadlocked boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow
Mad Child Christian Audigier and Alize
Bring back funk - roller skatin on a
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never puttin away
Picnics with your girlfriend, celebratin
Or go on a to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, of the insanity
Smashin and clashin personalities
Fashion is at an all-time low
Give the kids 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 with great friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a side
Just want to appreciate f***in life and have a good time
Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the good
Good book, a good look but it's not mine
But I am child and I do shine
People lappin up my lyrics like it's
Mad, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due
Bad mood tabooed preacher
Eyes a racoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom
Keep doin drugs, bad moves on the
And keep on talkin a classroom teacher
[Chorus: samples of Mad scratched]
"You wanna fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"You don't wanna with me, boy"
"You don't wanna with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't 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
Spit Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box office
Chip off the old block, smoother a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox blood like the Red Sox
Don't with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks
That'll be a full of redrum and lava rocks
Lock and load, make lots of then
make you walk the road, your Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like chalk and porcelain
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death
Yeah!

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