Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

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

Now a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking the match feeling?
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen your berry system
Then proceed with the pack
When I was young I had visions of another
Sneaking looks at the stash of my brother hurl
Incense made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for girls
I like my cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I like cartoons, southern with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear
And like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm hard
part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you darts
But how you do with a party that you throw in bars
I run the like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing
cold pictures like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make sets when we handshake
A game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the states
I can still be the man if the dam breaks
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 feathered man of medicine
That hovers above like weather men
And maybe weather
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain rain dance
Or rain like a slight of rain when it's raining
Or rein deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that reign 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 make a fan by your hand
I'm talking like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for and hoarse like you almost voiceless
You gotta treat vocal chords like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of words like reinforcements
And especially when you're
Cause that's the 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 rims from cheap tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my pots
A scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a that beat box
So the sun when the beat drops
And the sun dies when the beat
Then it unties, it relocks
Then it relapsed, then it
Then back like a heat pack
On his knee caps of the weak
Cause he want we got, like yeah

forge poetry like a young honory morrissey
Then spit it to the golden thots
Who like porridge all watery
Not scorching nor
From the orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water barbie doll
A river of like a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine made out of barbasol
Somebody give the volleyballs
If you love her, don't ever her to mally mall's
if she lonely she might end up in macauly's claws
Coming out the over goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, of shame lobby call
My reposition was condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions systems
But they not listens, unless it's dropping on activision
Are we apps or are we bodies filled apparitions
Operating applications, inside a apple prison
hack and download updates that lack religion

Or are we more, than soil tainting, changelings
Preoccupied with boy and chasing
And foiling other's royal
I sit back and watch the through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the
Believe all that you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I feel a missionary to a clitoris
The bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition the religion of a chorus
Keep them weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, run across
Anomalies by the colonies by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
Levitating so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof tunnels onto the mountain sides
A thousands parts a of heart an ounce of eyes
now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of 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
Chicago spread an
Efficient spitting bridging is in chicano
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the older
Black obi, shinobi kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the as well
Sound village, leaf village, spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special research vessels for catching whales
ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, needs a better bell
hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal
like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels to kill fools
through the cracks like when you trying to grill gruel
Take no water bottle and not following pill rules
have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his quill moves over 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 achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea