Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the
Top cat chat, let's begin another
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken
But roosters don't fly like boosters buy
So what cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I
Dribbling the eye across the prism of a
That lacks meaning, but up stacks of fat reading
They catch and wrapped up plants from trap 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 with the feeding
When I was young I had visions of world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother
Incense smoke made and other curls
Casting calls porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in
moles and undercover squirrels
I cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and bricks
And smells like and deer piss
on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing
But that's how you do with a that you throw in bars
I run the like I'm throwing cards
From mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint pictures like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make sets when we handshake
A word 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, they can't face
My peers still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of
That hovers above like weather men
And maybe woman
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain
Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's
Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus man
But reign like queens that reign over man
And not queen like killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat
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 gotta treat vocal chords like it's a fortress
And treat every single one of your like reinforcements
And especially when recording
Cause the portion that's important
I was reporting that I was poor
But now I'm more
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and spots
Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling for my peep pots
A scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to
And fan out like peacocks with a that beat box
So the sun rise when the drops
And the sun dies the beat stops
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 what we got, yeah

Then forge poetry like a young honory
Then spit it to the locks thots
Who like their porridge all
Not nor sorbity
the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding doll
A river of women a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of
Somebody give them the
If you love her, don't ever send her to mally
Homie if she lonely she might end up in claws
Coming out the closet goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby
My reposition was black of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking
But they not listens, unless it's dropping 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 soil tainting, changelings
with boy and goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal
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 I swear to never change
My chair position or conditions of my
Submission for against the religion of a chorus
them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons somersaults
Road runners don't off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the mountain
A thousands parts a pound of heart an of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in pronounces a count of lies
counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated and the manual for contra
Assorted memories my childhood
Absorbing energy the wild woods
Electronic combat konami sign
Chinese char killing on contact
Chicago spread an
Efficient spitting divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, spells
Dodging rain and hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special research vessels for catching whales
ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty a better bell
Maybe irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit a steel tools
To announce that you've had and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out they house to let they cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you to grill gruel
Take no viking water and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill
Roller skater or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who cakes
Whenever his moves over your meal you
as a buddhist monk in a temple
Standing in some groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he realizes his
Defeat samsara nirvana and brilliance, yea