Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
[Mad
Personality is weak my batteries are beat
My reality is deep, my is bleak
Take them words and murder like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been glorifyin drama on the street
of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never been a
"Total f***in silence" motor cop
I'm being into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official
trapped, like a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad hate Christian Audigier and Alize
Bring back funk - roller on a Saturday
Tribe Quest, know I'm never puttin that away
Picnics with girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the
Smashin and clashin personalities
Fashion sense is at an low
Give the kids some to breathe and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk from a life I lived a long time
It's gonna take some and a strong mind
Strong will with friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a good
Just want to this f***in life and have a good time
good rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind
Good book, that's a good look but it's not
But I am child and I do shine
People up my lyrics like it's moonshine
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed preacher
like a racoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom
Keep doin drugs, bad on the weekend
And on talkin 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 wanna f*** with me, boy"
"You wanna f*** 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 house, backdraft master craft
Aircraft, raft, rhymes from the rifle rack
Spit scripture Bible camp, campfire oil
Lava murder box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother than a of butter
Boxcutter ox swingin like the Red Sox
fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass full of and lava rocks
Lock and load, make lots of orphans
make you walk the road, your name Mortensen
My mouth dry taut chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm
Green Beret, night vision, Green 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"