Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is weak like my batteries are
My reality is deep, my is bleak
Take words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
been glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin scattered rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, Glock
Even I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
"Total f***in silence" motor cop
I'm being into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm to 0-0, the official score
trapped, like a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a dreadlocked boy
Night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad Child hate Christian and Alize
Bring back funk - skatin on a Saturday
Tribe Quest, know I'm never puttin that away
Picnics with girlfriend, celebratin Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the
people and clashin personalities
Fashion sense is at an low
Give the kids some to breathe and let their small minds grow
to walk away from a life I lived a long time
It's gonna take some and a strong mind
Strong will with great and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a good
Just want to appreciate f***in life and have a good time
Write good rhymes, s***, the good kind
Good book, that's a good look but it's not
But I am child and I do shine
People lappin up my lyrics like it's
Mad, you movin to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tattooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act like a baboon, speaker
Keep doin drugs, bad 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 wanna 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 same the (Tiger Crouch)
engine house, backdraft master craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle
Spit scripture Bible camp, campfire oil
Lava lamp box, box office blockbuster
off the old block, smoother than a stick of butter
Boxcutter ox blood swingin the Red Sox
Don't with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks
be a glass full of redrum and lava rocks
Lock and load, make of orphans then
make you walk the road, name Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like chalk rock and
Cut you a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, night vision, Green light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe division
Yeah!

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