Luyện nghe bài hát Moonshine

Yo...
Yo, yo
Ay, ay
Child]
Personality is like my batteries are beat
My is deep, my reality is bleak
Take them words and murder like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber rocks
gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never been a
"Total silence" photoshop motor cop
I'm pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the score
trapped, like a leg lock figure-four
Feelin free, like a reggae boy
Night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and
Bring back - roller skatin on a Saturday
Called Quest, know I'm never puttin that away
Picnics with your girlfriend, Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with your
of all the tension, sick of the insanity
Smashin people and clashin
sense is at an all-time low
Give the kids some room to breathe and let 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 friends and a good vibe
I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a side
Just to appreciate this f***in life and have a good time
good rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind
Good book, a good look but it's not mine
But I am God's and I do shine
People lappin up my lyrics like it's
Mad, when you to L.A.? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed tattooed
Eyes like a racoon, nose a vacuum
Act a baboon, backroom speaker
doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on like a classroom teacher
[Chorus: samples of Mad Child
"You don't wanna 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 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 engine house, backdraft craft
Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle
scripture Bible camp, campfire oil lamp
Lava lamp box, box office blockbuster
Chip off the old block, smoother than a stick of
Boxcutter ox blood like the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a full of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass full of and lava rocks
Lock and load, make lots of orphans
make you the road, your name Viggo Mortensen
My mouth dry taut like 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 f*** with me, boy"