Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Poe.
America's anti-transcendentalist.
We're this back, way back, nineteenth century style.

Who's that (who's that)
Who's rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. (mister) Raven!
All up in my like, "Nevermore."

it! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie, New sample, someone clear me.
While I nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings.
Staffing me, I put down Milton. phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold cold eyes aimed straight at me.
face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe that raven "Nevermore."

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I miss Lenore, my Lee, taken by angels from me.
Alone with (hey that's me!), harbinger of death visiting me.
I said, "Can I help you, prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil
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 like the Fugees.
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse like Fred Durst.
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put process in reverse.
Id had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now I'll be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The ravens eyes still have the of a demon that is dreaming,
Lamplight over him still streaming, hear my screaming, screaming!
My soul still floats there on that and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

[REPEAT

Who's house? house!