Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped the arm
To see the like a chicken on the barn
Top cat chat, let's begin another
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it 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 prism of a
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from dealings

Now what's a with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the feeling?
As buried living and picking
Every from your berry system
Then proceed with the feeding
When I was I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother
Incense made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities with moons
Faith healers, drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear
And looks like pantomime and bricks
And smells like and deer piss
They on their hunt, salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I throw in
One minute you playing pool, next minute you darts
But that's how you do with a party that you in bars
I run the gambit like I'm throwing
From popular mechanics to hearts
Paint cold pictures like scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets we handshake
A game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the man's
Mean I can be the man if the dam breaks
And the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities like men
And weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather
I girls to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance
Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's
Or rein like deer slaves to claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that over made man
And not queen queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But like white glove wave hand
And not wave like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving hand
I'm talking wave like you "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse you almost voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal like it's a fortress
And every single one of your words 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 more
It's still heels 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 the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that box
So the sun rise when the drops
And the sun when the beat stops
it unties, then it relocks
Then it relapsed, then it
Then heat back like a heat
On his caps of the weak spot
Cause he want what we got, like

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

Or are we more, than soil tainting, changelings
Preoccupied with boy and chasing
And foiling royal saintings?
I sit and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
Unless you mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I like a missionary to a clitoris
The water heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition the religion of a chorus
Keep golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

As I perform a nerve
I prefer my pictures in form
the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like facing condensation
Having with flavorful 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 at all these toucans
In a full of tomahawkes
Giving fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
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 the fountain hides
Bucaraa painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
A thousands 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, roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated and the manual for contra
memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy the wild woods
Electronic combat konami contract
Chinese char killing cucarachas on
spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize envy of the older
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the as well
village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging and catching hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special research vessels made for catching
Fillet-a-fish sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and fibres that never fail
Smarter science with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to gruel
no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his quill moves over meal you
Simple as a buddhist monk in a
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising
Real til he realizes his realness
Defeat samsara achieves and brilliance, yea