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 them like Jeffrey on a beat
I've glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded
Even I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" photoshop cop
I'm being pulled the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official
Feelin trapped, like a leg figure-four
free, like a dreadlocked reggae boy
Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a grave
Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and
Bring back funk - roller skatin on a
Tribe Quest, know I'm never puttin that away
with your girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with your
Tired of all the tension, of the insanity
Smashin people and clashin
Fashion is at an all-time low
Give the kids some room to and let their small minds grow
Tryin to walk away a life I lived a long time
It's take 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 side
Just want to appreciate this 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 child and I do
People lappin up my lyrics like it's
Mad, you movin to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed tattooed
Eyes like a racoon, nose like a
Act like a baboon, backroom
Keep drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talkin a classroom teacher
[Chorus: samples of Mad scratched]
"You don't wanna fuck me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"You don't wanna f*** me, boy"
"You don't f*** with me, boy"
"Catalogue of carnage, I am to destroy"
"You wanna, you don't wanna"
"... with 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
scripture Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp murder box, box blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother than a stick of
Boxcutter ox blood 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, lots of orphans then
make you walk the road, your name Viggo
My mouth dry taut like chalk rock and
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, vision, Green Lantern light prism
fright exorcism, Battle Axe death division
Yeah!

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