Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak my batteries are beat
My reality is deep, my reality is
them words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been glorifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin scattered rocks
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never been a
"Total f***in silence" motor cop
I'm pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official
Feelin trapped, like a leg figure-four
Feelin free, like a dreadlocked boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a grave
Mad hate Christian Audigier and Alize
Bring back - roller skatin on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never puttin that
with your girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to with your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the
Smashin people and personalities
Fashion sense is at an low
Give the some room to breathe and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk away a life I lived a long time
It's gonna take some and a strong mind
will with 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 life and have a good
Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the kind
Good book, that's a good look but it's not
But I am God's and I do shine
People lappin up my like it's moonshine
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad tabooed tattooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom
Keep drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talkin a classroom teacher
[Chorus: of Mad Child scratched]
"You don't fuck with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You don't wanna, you wanna"
"You wanna f*** with me, boy"
"You don't wanna with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"... f*** me, boy"

Follow you to the parkade, blade, "Dagger Mouth"
You can see the (Dragon Hide) the time the (Tiger Crouch)
Firefighter engine house, backdraft master
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rack
Spit scripture camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box office
Chip off the old block, than a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox blood like the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of
That'll be a full of redrum and lava rocks
Lock and load, make of orphans then
you walk the road, your name Viggo Mortensen
My dry taut like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you like a at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, night vision, Lantern light prism
Heightened exorcism, Battle Axe death division
Yeah!

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