Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
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 powers cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep 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 chief and wrapped up plants from dealings

Now what's a coffin a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the feeling?
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen from berry system
Then proceed the pack feeding
I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my hurl
Incense smoke made vortices and other
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber
I like my cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover
I like cartoons, southern cities large moons
Faith healers, drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like and clear bricks
And smells shotguns 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 pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party that you throw in
I run the gambit like I'm cards
From mechanics to overdosing hearts
cold pictures like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the man's
I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, they can't face
My peers will still the mirror like it's a fan base
The veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe woman
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all the world

And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance
Or rain like a slight of rain when it's raining
Or rein like deer slaves to claus sleigh man
But like queens that reign over made man
And not like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave
And not hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by 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 like it's a
And treat every single one of your words like
And when you're recording
Cause that's the that's important
When I was that I was poor
But now I'm than
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet
Crying shames, make rims from cheap tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my pots
A little scene with the sickle swings to make the drop
And a words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that box
So the sun rise when the drops
And the sun dies when the beat
Then it unties, then it
Then it relapsed, then it
Then heat like a heat pack
On his knee caps of the spot
Cause he want what we got, yeah

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

Or are we more, than soil tainting, changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And foiling other's saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a
And I like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions that I to never 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 my pictures in word form
Bury the hatchet like how a bird
As I paint cold like kool-aid facing condensation
Having conversations with combinations
to my concentration
So that's oj the meets oj with two hands
And two gloves, too snug
To judge who was, who blood

And, lupe look at all these
In a cemetery of tomahawkes
middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
Wildin' pursuers end up as on the desert floor
Levitating youth so the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels the mountain sides
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of
now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my
Absorbing from the wild woods
combat konami sign contract
Chinese killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago spread an
spitting bridging divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi 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
rain and catching hail
Faces need to catch the l
Special research vessels made for catching
ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better
hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a tools
To announce that you've had enough and out of seal school
Just like trout out they 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 when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be chill mood
Roller skater or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food that kills
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his quill moves over meal you
Simple as a buddhist in a temple
in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
Defeat achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea