Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
Vicodin with tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the like a chicken on the barn
Top cat chat, let's begin another
That's flying cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters buy
So powers cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I
Dribbling the eye across the of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a ceiling?
And the talking without the match feeling?
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen from your system
proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of world
Sneaking looks at the porn of my brother hurl
Incense made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber
I like my pancakes cut in
moles and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art
Apologize for my mix
What like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear
And like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, salty that I'm going hard
First of a party, that I throw in parts
One you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But how you do with a party that you throw in bars
I run the gambit I'm throwing cards
popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like nova scotia
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam
Backup the word playin' at the man's states
I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather
I prefer girls to reign all the world

And not rain like, man or rain like rain dance
Or rain like a slight chance of rain it's raining
Or rein like deer to santa claus sleigh man
But like queens that reign over made man
And not queen like queen killer, rhapsody queen
But queen like glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a wave
So you a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse you almost voiceless
You gotta treat your chords like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of your like reinforcements
And especially when you're
Cause that's the that's important
When I was that I was poor
But now I'm than
It's still hooker on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make margarita rims from tops
Deep plots in floor, the windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle to make the wheat drop
And a hundred for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like with a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise when the beat
And the sun when the beat stops
Then it unties, then it
Then it relapsed, then it
Then heat like a heat pack
On his knee caps of the spot
Cause he what we got, like yeah

Then forge like a young honory morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks
Who their porridge all watery
Not scorching nor
the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just like a stacey waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding doll
A river of women a brazilian carnival
in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give the volleyballs
If you love her, don't ever send her to mall's
Homie if she lonely she might end up in claws
Coming out the closet over down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, walk of lobby call
My was black condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking
But they not after listens, unless it's on activision
Are we or are we bodies filled with apparitions
Operating applications, stuck a apple prison
Chicken and download updates that lack religion

Or are we more, than soil tainting, changelings
with boy and goyle chasing
And other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I feel like a missionary to a
The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to change
My position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for against the religion of a chorus
them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

As I perform a storm
I prefer my pictures in word
the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like kool-aid condensation
Having conversations with combinations
to my concentration
So that's oj the juiceman meets oj with two
And two gloves, too snug
To who was, who drew blood

And, lupe at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, run across
by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of where the hides
Bucaraa painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
A thousands a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for
Assorted memories my childhood
energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat konami sign
Chinese killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago an aficionado
Efficient spitting divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, ninja into the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face all my throwin' knives
guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic
rain and catching hail
Faces samurais to catch the l
Special research vessels made for catching
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a bell
Maybe irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with a steel tools
To that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out house to let they gills cool
couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to fools
Slipping through the cracks like you trying to grill gruel
no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just wheel shoes
Overweight taster of food that kills crews
Oblivious baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill over your meal you
Simple as a monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
Defeat samsara achieves and brilliance, yea