Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, around the arm
To see the like a chicken on the barn
Top cat chat, begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken
But roosters fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get to the top
Just to fall listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the 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 a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking the match feeling?
As buried living and picking
Every linen from berry system
Then proceed the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another
looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense made vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I like cartoons, cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste like hot and tear drips
And looks like and clear bricks
And smells like and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you darts
But that's how you do with a party that you throw in
I run the gambit I'm throwing cards
From mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint pictures like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot when we handshake
A word game back up plan 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 the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle man of medicine
That above cities like weather men
And maybe woman
better to tell ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain like dance
Or rain like a slight chance of when it's raining
Or rein like deer slaves to claus sleigh man
But reign like that reign over made man
And not queen like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian
But queen like white wave hand
And not wave hand like 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 hoarse you almost voiceless
You gotta treat vocal chords like it's a fortress
And treat every one of your words like reinforcements
And especially when recording
Cause that's the portion important
When I was reporting that I was
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 windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle swings to make the drop
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet beat box
So the sun when the beat drops
And the sun dies when the stops
Then it unties, then it
it relapsed, then it detox
Then heat like a heat pack
On his knee of the weak spot
Cause he want we got, like yeah

Then forge poetry like a young honory
Then spit it to the golden thots
Who like porridge all watery
Not scorching nor
From the orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding barbie
A river of women like a carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of
Somebody them the volleyballs
If you love her, don't ever send her to mall's
Homie if she lonely she end up in macauly's claws
Coming out the closet over goblets at madri gras
The fame, champagne, of shame lobby 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 with
Operating applications, stuck inside a prison
Chicken hack and updates that lack religion

Or are we more, than tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And foiling royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all that unless you
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions that I to never change
My chair or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition against the religion of a
Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin'

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons somersaults
Road runners fall off cliffs, they run across
by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
Levitating so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels the mountain sides
A thousands a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my
Absorbing energy from the wild
Electronic combat sign contract
Chinese char cucarachas on contact
spread an aficionado
Efficient bridging divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
envy 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, village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching
Faces samurais to catch the l
Special research vessels for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra
history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and fibres that never fail
Smarter science 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 trout jumping out they house to let they cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the of my skill pool
I said it feels to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not pill rules
Will you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight who autographed cakes
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 realizes his
Defeat samsara nirvana and brilliance, yea