Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe
America's anti-transcendentalist
We're this back, way back
Nineteenth style

Who's rapping?
(Who's that)
Who's that at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill nevermore

Kick it once a midnight dreary
While I kicked it weak and
Dark and cold just Lake Eerie
Brand new sample, someone me

While I nearly napping
Suddenly there a tapping
Up like, "What?", thunder
in my brain like graphic Halflings

Staffing me, I put Milton
phone mute like Paris Hilton
Open window, built in
Times a changing like Bob

Twenty-pound black as could be
Cold cold eyes aimed straight at me
Grim face, grim stare, death
Quote that raven

Who's that
(Who's that)
Who's that at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill like

I Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me
Alone books, harbinger of death visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll it"
He checked my hook, DJ it
Perched on Pallas, dropped it

"Tell me, Sir, please, if you can, am I or evil man?
What can I say, can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore, quote he at me, hating on fresh MC
Satanic raven, glee, killing me softly like the Fugees

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy just like Fred Durst
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put process in reverse
Wish I'd had some first, MC Lars, '88 hearse
Now I'll be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse

The ravens eyes still have the seeming of a demon that is
Lamplight over him still
Hear my screaming, me screaming
My soul still there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, piece, US folklore

Who's that
(Who's that)
Who's rapping at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my like nevermore

Who's Raven's house