Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a 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 don't buy
So what powers cowards to get to the top
to fall asleep listening to bach?
The in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the of a clock
That meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from dealings

Now a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the feeling?
As buried living and cherry
Every linen from your system
Then proceed with the feeding
I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my hurl
Incense smoke vortices and other curls
Casting calls porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities with large
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art
for my weird mix
What taste like hot and tear drips
And looks pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer
They on hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, minute you throwing darts
But how you do with a party that you throw in bars
I run the gambit like I'm cards
From popular mechanics to hearts
Paint cold like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets we handshake
A game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play at the man's states
Mean I can 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 like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of
That hovers cities like weather men
And weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya comin'
I prefer girls to reign all the world

And not like, rain man or rain like rain dance
Or like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like that reign over made man
And not queen like queen killer, bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave
And not wave hand it's a heat wave
So you a fan by waving your hand
I'm talking wave you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and like you almost voiceless
You treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of words like reinforcements
And especially when recording
Cause that's the portion that's
When I was reporting I was poor
But now I'm more
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet
Crying shames, make margarita rims from tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle to make the wheat 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 beat
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 knee caps of the weak
Cause he want what we got, like

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

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

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery full of
middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as on the desert floor
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
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of
Chocula by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for
Assorted from my childhood
Absorbing energy the wild woods
combat konami sign contract
Chinese char cucarachas on contact
spread an aficionado
Efficient bridging divisions is in chicano
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the
Polarize of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' in the face with all my throwin' knives
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
Special research made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a bell
Maybe hotter and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel
To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal
Just like jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to fools
Slipping through the cracks when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not following pill
Will have you off of the throttle you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed
Whenever his quill moves over your you
as a buddhist monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, stillness
Real still til he his realness
Defeat samsara nirvana and brilliance, yea