Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the house tonight, Allan Poe
favorite anti-transcendentalist
We're taking this back, way
Nineteenth century

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

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

While I nodded nearly
Suddenly there a tapping
Up like, "What?", this
Clapping in my like graphic Halflings

me, I put down Milton
Cell phone mute like Hilton
Open window, halfway in
Times a changing Bob Dylan

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

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

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels me
with books, harbinger of death visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I you, evil prophet? 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, quote he at me, hating on fresh MC
Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly the Fugees

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

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

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

Who's house? house