Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a on the barn
Top cat chat, let's another yarn
flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters fly like boosters don't buy
So what cowards to get them to the top
Just to asleep listening 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 plants from trap

Now what's a with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking the match feeling?
As living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry
Then proceed with the pack
I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices and 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
for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and drips
And looks pantomime and clear bricks
And smells shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
First part of a party, I throw in parts
One minute you pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a that you throw in bars
I run the like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing
Paint cold pictures nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets we handshake
A word game back up that can dam lakes
Backup the word play at the man's states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't
My peers will still treat the mirror like a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle man of medicine
That above cities like weather men
And maybe woman
Whatever better to tell ya comin'
I prefer to reign all over the world

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

Then forge poetry like a young morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks
Who like their porridge all
Not nor sorbity
the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding doll
A river of women like a brazilian
Swimming in bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give them the
If you her, don't ever send her to mally mall's
Homie if she lonely she might end up in macauly's
Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri
The fame, champagne, walk of lobby call
My reposition was condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions systems
But not after listens, unless it's dropping on activision
Are we apps or are we bodies filled with
Operating applications, stuck inside a apple
Chicken hack and download that lack religion

Or are we more, than tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And foiling other's saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through the eye in my oil paintings
Uh!
nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the
all that unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a
And I feel a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to change
My position or conditions of my porridge
for sedition against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin'

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

And, look at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons somersaults
Road runners fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting onto the mountain sides
A thousands parts a pound of 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
shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted from my childhood
Absorbing energy the wild woods
Electronic konami sign contract
Chinese killing cucarachas on contact
spread an aficionado
Efficient bridging divisions is in chicano
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin'
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic
Dodging rain and hail
Faces samurais to catch the l
research vessels made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded with extra sails
history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres never fail
science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with a steel tools
To announce you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the of my skill pool
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you to grill gruel
no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' mood
Roller skater maker or are you cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his quill moves your meal you
Simple as a buddhist in a temple
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, stillness
Real til he realizes his realness
samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea