Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak my batteries are beat
My is deep, my reality is bleak
Take them words and murder them like Dahmer on a beat
I've been horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" photoshop cop
I'm being pulled into the of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the 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 Audigier and
Bring back funk - 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
of all the tension, sick of the insanity
Smashin people and personalities
sense is at an all-time low
Give the some room to breathe and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk from a life I lived a long 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 there's a good
Just want to appreciate this f***in life and have a good
Write rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind
Good book, that's a good look but not mine
But I am God's and I do shine
People lappin up my like it's moonshine
Mad, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due
Bad mood tabooed tattooed
Eyes like a racoon, nose like a
Act a baboon, backroom speaker
Keep doin drugs, bad on the weekend
And keep on like a classroom teacher
samples of Mad Child scratched]
"You don't wanna fuck me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"You don't wanna f*** me, boy"
"You don't wanna 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 time the (Tiger Crouch)
engine house, backdraft master craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle
Spit scripture camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother a stick 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, lots of orphans 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
Green Beret, vision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened exorcism, Battle Axe death division
Yeah!

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