Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit within its seven tiers
re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, to what was never here
Born to death, to die
Form the flesh, the eyes

A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the
norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm
Gone to the use of tooth, horn and thigh
standing, I was landing

Two one hand, one man bands in tandem
He who power naps, then gathering ransoms
And man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and
And out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the of the wagon
Out the back of the
Out the of the Magnum

Then out the of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
Desert zone run marathons sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole forgots and rode whole chissles
with raw missles a lot
The old hoes they won't give you a shot
But you can get the pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your
Fit the life of a whole booth in only a line
In the future life, I don't even to rhyme
get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and roads
In lush with bell tolls

Couple huddles of the unskilled but told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell
And he got em' by the
Medulla is what got them by the oven
Like how the is what got him by the cousin
He buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an scene
An obscene for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the of queens
The architecture is something never seen
Dream

three words at the same time
They killed bird with the same
And one in every hand with the same bluffing
Answers each and every man the same question
is it?

But you still wanna but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics, all
But it's specific
If we doing what's already done, means it's already terrific
That's meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the space
So I a gallery of galleries made of all space

If it was more small, it be Moore's Law
From the of the po' where we war saw
the hand of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the store till the snow
Went from boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the of Federer
On the and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several who can come and charm the predators

We who measure the measuring of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure of pleasurers
We who lecture at schools of lecturers
We who question the rules of leveragers
Born to death, to die
correct immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is your
It's like fantasies your mortality

I'm trying to restore sanities
Sigmund boy, Leroy to your vanity
To instill what kills destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal that build factories
What looks senator inner reveals macabees
Never just off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's

Now, we back to of salt
I back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of tomatoes
A seasoned carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the and I was making chips
A nappy-head Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, taking 6

rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I make a dent
Hardly, but I'm Harvey
I this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking
To make change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
A stomach for taking
I'm just to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming
To unify the
If you know it, then come and
Don't bust in I'm sleep
Nightmares dreams

Samurais rarely die from another
This is meets the hover board
was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your
Diptique, so now the painting's
But is Jr's Mural