Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
[Mad
Personality is weak like my are beat
My is deep, my reality is bleak
Take them words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a
I've been horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered
Bubble gum, soda pop, one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never a chatterbox
"Total silence" photoshop motor cop
I'm being pulled into the middle of a war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official
trapped, like a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Devil's in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad Child Christian Audigier and Alize
back funk - roller skatin on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, I'm never puttin that away
Picnics your girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with 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 a life I lived a long time
It's gonna take dedication and a strong mind
Strong will with friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin a good side
want to appreciate this f***in life and have a good time
Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the good
Good book, that's a look but it's not mine
But I am God's and I do shine
People lappin up my lyrics like moonshine
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad tabooed tattooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose like a
Act like a baboon, backroom
doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on like a classroom teacher
[Chorus: 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 wanna 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)
engine house, backdraft master craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle
Spit scripture Bible camp, campfire oil
lamp murder box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother 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 of redrum and lava rocks
Lock and load, make lots of then
you walk the road, your name Viggo Mortensen
My dry taut like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm
Green Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe division
Yeah!

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