Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, around the arm
To see the vein like a on the barn
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 asleep listening to bach?
The in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
the eye across the prism of a clock
That meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin a scratched ceiling?
And what's the without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry
Every linen from your system
Then proceed with the pack
When I was young I had of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan and undercover squirrels
I cartoons, southern cities with 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 that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I throw in
One you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party that you in bars
I run the like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to hearts
Paint cold pictures nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot when we handshake
A word game up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the man's
Mean I can still be the man if the dam
And when the man I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror like a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle man of medicine
hovers above cities like weather men
And weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya comin'
I prefer to reign all over the world

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

Then forge poetry like a honory morrissey
Then spit it to the golden locks
Who like porridge all watery
Not scorching nor
From the steel orbitings, sorcerer,
down gorgeously, just like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water barbie doll
A river of women a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine made out of barbasol
give them the volleyballs
If you her, don't ever send her to mally 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 shame lobby
My was black condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, attacking systems
But they not after listens, unless it's on activision
Are we or are we bodies filled with apparitions
Operating applications, stuck inside a apple
Chicken hack and download updates lack religion

Or are we more, than tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied boy and goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal
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 mary, nothin' 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 of traditions that I swear to never change
My position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the religion of a
Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin'

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

And, lupe look at all these
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the doing somersaults
Road runners don't off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
Wildin' end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the mountain
A thousands parts a pound of heart an of eyes
now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and
Incinerated shoes and the for contra
Assorted from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the woods
Electronic konami sign contract
Chinese char killing cucarachas on
Chicago spread an
Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as
Sound village, village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching
Faces samurais to catch the l
Special research vessels made for catching
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd of fairytale
Or maybe just a pail that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't the temperature of my skill pool
I said it cool to kill fools
Slipping through the like when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking water and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' mood
Roller maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings that kills crews
feather-weight baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill moves over meal you
Simple as a monk in a temple
Standing in some groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
Defeat achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea