Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
Vicodin with inner tubes, around the arm
To see the vein like a on the barn
Top cat chat, let's begin yarn
flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep to bach?
The in the sky is the ribbon 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 what's a coffin a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry
proceed with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of world
Sneaking at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices and other
Casting calls from films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I like cartoons, cities with large moons
Faith healers, drug dealers and art booms
for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and drips
And looks like pantomime and clear
And smells like and deer piss
They on their hunt, salty that I'm going hard
part of a party, that I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next you throwing 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 cold pictures like nova landscapes
game make mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game up plan 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 I'm reflectious, what 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 cities like men
And weather woman
better to tell ya weather comin'
I girls to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or like rain dance
Or rain like a chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein like slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But like queens that reign over made man
And not queen like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian
But queen like white glove wave
And not wave like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving your
I'm talking like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you voiceless
You gotta treat your vocal chords it's a fortress
And every single one of your words like reinforcements
And when you're recording
that's the portion that's important
When I was that I was poor
But now I'm more
It's still hooker on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, margarita rims from cheap tops
Deep plots in floor, the ceiling for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for them that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise the beat drops
And the sun dies when the beat
it unties, then it relocks
Then it relapsed, it detox
Then heat back like a pack
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 golden thots
Who like porridge all watery
Not scorching nor
From the orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
down gorgeously, just like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water barbie doll
A river of women like a brazilian
in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
Somebody give the volleyballs
If you her, don't ever send her to mally mall's
Homie if she lonely she end up in macauly's claws
out the closet over goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, of shame lobby call
My reposition was condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking
But they not after listens, unless dropping on activision
Are we or are we bodies filled with apparitions
Operating applications, inside a apple prison
Chicken hack and download updates that religion

Or are we more, than tainting, disloyal changelings
with boy and goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal
I sit and watch the world 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 you jewish
is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
And I like a missionary to a clitoris
The bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My position or conditions of my porridge
Submission for sedition the religion of a chorus
Keep golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

As I perform a nerve
I prefer my pictures in word
Bury the like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like facing condensation
Having with flavorful combinations
to my concentration
So oj the juiceman 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 full of tomahawkes
Giving fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies by the reservoir
pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
Levitating so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
A thousands a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the for contra
Assorted memories from my
energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat konami sign
char killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago an aficionado
Efficient bridging divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission the congo
Polarize of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, spells
Dodging and catching hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special vessels made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that fail
Smarter science mixed a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a tools
To announce that had enough and dropping out of seal school
like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the of my skill pool
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to gruel
no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food that crews
Oblivious feather-weight who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill over your meal you
Simple as a monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, stillness
Real still til he his realness
samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea