Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe
America's favorite
We're taking this back, way
Nineteenth century

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

Kick it once upon a midnight
I kicked it weak and weary
Dark and just like Lake Eerie
Brand new sample, someone me

While I nearly napping
Suddenly there came a
Up like, "What?", this
Clapping in my brain like graphic

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

Twenty-pound black as could be
Cold feet cold eyes aimed at me
Grim face, grim stare, carnivore
that raven nevermore

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

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels me
Alone with books, harbinger of visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I help you, evil If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it"
He my hook, DJ revolved it
Perched on Pallas, chalice it

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

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy just like Fred Durst
Call a nurse, disperse my put this process in reverse
Wish I'd had warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, that black raven's curse

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

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

Who's house? house