Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

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

Now what's a coffin with a scratched
And the talking without the match feeling?
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen from your system
proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of world
Sneaking looks at the stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke vortices and other curls
calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover
I like cartoons, southern with large moons
Faith healers, drug dealers and art booms
for my weird mix
What taste like hot and tear drips
And looks like and clear bricks
And smells shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
First of a party, that I throw in parts
One you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do a party that you throw in bars
I run the gambit like I'm cards
popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like nova scotia
Nerd game make sets when we handshake
A word game back up that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror like a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities weather men
And maybe woman
Whatever better to tell ya weather
I prefer to reign all over the world

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

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

Or are we more, than tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And foiling royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, 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 heir of traditions that I swear to change
My chair position or conditions of my
Submission for sedition against the religion of a
them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

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

And, lupe look at all these
In a cemetery of tomahawkes
Giving fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road don't fall off cliffs, they run across
by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
Levitating youth so know the truth of the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the mountain
A thousands a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth a count of lies
Chocula by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the for contra
Assorted memories from my
Absorbing energy from the wild
Electronic combat sign contract
char killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin'
guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, spells
Dodging rain and hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special research vessels made for catching
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better
Maybe irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd 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
Just like trout jumping out they house to let they cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't the temperature of my skill pool
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not following rules
Will have you off of the when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel
taster of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight who autographed cakes
Whenever his moves over your meal you
Simple as a monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, stillness
Real still til he realizes his
Defeat samsara nirvana and brilliance, yea