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, begin another yarn
That's flying cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly 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
Dribbling the eye across the of a clock
That lacks meaning, but up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a ceiling?
And what's the talking without the feeling?
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen your berry system
Then with the pack feeding
When I was young I had of another world
looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices and curls
Casting calls from films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I cartoons, southern cities with large moons
healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste like hot dogs and drips
And looks like pantomime and clear
And like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty I'm going hard
First part of a party, I throw in parts
One you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party you throw in bars
I run the gambit like I'm cards
popular mechanics to overdosing 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 play playin' 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 face
My peers still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above like weather men
And maybe weather
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all over the

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

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

Or are we more, soil tainting, disloyal changelings
with boy and goyle chasing
And other's royal saintings?
I sit back and 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
all that unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a
And I feel like a missionary to a
The water bearer of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the religion of a
Keep golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

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

And, look at all these toucans
In a full of tomahawkes
middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
Levitating youth so the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
A parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a of lies
counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for
Assorted memories from my
Absorbing energy from the wild
combat konami sign contract
Chinese char killing on contact
Chicago an aficionado
spitting bridging divisions is in chicano
Who's the if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic
Dodging rain and catching
need samurais to catch the l
Special research vessels for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never
Smarter mixed 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 like trout out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba take the temperature of my skill pool
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not following pill
Will have you off of the when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel
Overweight of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill moves over your you
Simple as a buddhist in a temple
Standing in some heel with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea