Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak like my are beat
My reality is deep, my is bleak
Take them words and murder like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
Bubble gum, pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" photoshop cop
I'm pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm to 0-0, the official score
Feelin trapped, like a leg figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a grave
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 vacation to with your family
of all the tension, sick of the insanity
Smashin and clashin personalities
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 long
It's gonna take some dedication and a strong
Strong 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 and have a good time
good rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind
Good book, that's a good but it's not mine
But I am God's child and I do
People lappin up my like it's moonshine
Mad, you movin to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed preacher
Eyes a racoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, speaker
Keep doin drugs, bad moves on the
And keep on like a classroom teacher
samples of Mad Child scratched]
"You don't fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"You wanna f*** with me, boy"
"You don't 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 Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, than a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox blood swingin the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of
That'll be a glass full of and lava rocks
Lock and load, lots of orphans then
make you walk the road, your Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, night vision, Green Lantern prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Axe death division
Yeah!

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