Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the
Top cat chat, let's begin yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken
But don't fly like boosters don't buy
So powers cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism of a
That lacks meaning, but up stacks of fat reading
They chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match
As living and cherry picking
linen from your berry system
Then proceed with the feeding
When I was I had visions of another world
Sneaking at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices and curls
Casting calls from films and ad space for rubber girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan and undercover squirrels
I cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug and art booms
for my weird mix
What taste like hot and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear
And smells like shotguns and deer
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 like I'm cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing
Paint cold pictures like nova landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets when we
A word game back up plan can dam lakes
Backup the word playin' at the man's states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, they can't face
My will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities weather men
And weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya comin'
I girls to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain like dance
Or rain like a chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein like slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that reign made man
And not like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But like white glove wave hand
And not hand like it's a heat wave
So you a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking wave you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal chords it's a fortress
And treat every single one of your like reinforcements
And especially when recording
that's the portion that's important
When I was reporting that I was
But now I'm more
It's still heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make margarita from cheap tops
plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat
And a hundred for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that box
So the sun when the beat drops
And the sun when the beat stops
Then it unties, it relocks
Then it relapsed, it detox
Then heat like a heat pack
On his caps of the weak spot
Cause he want what we got, yeah

Then forge poetry like a young honory
Then it to the golden locks thots
Who like their porridge all
Not scorching nor
From the orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding barbie
A river of like a brazilian carnival
in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give them the
If you love her, don't ever send her to mally
Homie if she lonely she might end up in claws
Coming out the over goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby
My reposition was black condition of
Ammunition for abolition, attacking systems
But not after listens, unless it's dropping on activision
Are we apps or are we filled with apparitions
Operating applications, stuck a apple prison
Chicken hack and download that lack religion

Or are we more, soil tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied boy and goyle chasing
And other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through the eye in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, do it but the truest
all that unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a
And I feel like a to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of that I swear to never change
My chair position or of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the of a chorus
Keep golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run
Anomalies by the colonies by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
Levitating youth so know the of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof tunnels onto the mountain sides
A parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof of animals and monsters
shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted from my childhood
energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat konami contract
Chinese char killing on contact
spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging is in chicano
Who's the boss? if alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize of the older guys
Black obi, hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, spells
rain and catching hail
Faces samurais to catch the l
Special research made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with sails
history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon that never fail
science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel
To announce that had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to kill
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill
Take no viking water and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his quill over your meal you
Simple as a buddhist in a temple
Standing in heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
still til he realizes his realness
Defeat samsara achieves and brilliance, yea