Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy of man into the heaven's sphere
mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was here
Born to death, to die
the flesh, form the eyes

A veritable storm of winged swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn
In the dorms of the scorn, they warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and
Farthest standing, I was

Two one hand, one man jamming in tandem
He who naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in
Gotta talent traffic and
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the
Out the of the wagon
Out the of the madam
Out the back of the

out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon a megaphone, megaman
zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode chissles
Cripples raw missles a lot
The old hoes that won't give you a shot
But you can get the pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an climb
Who don't the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole in only half a line
In the future life, I don't have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only the signs
Just yields and rail
In lush fields with bell

Couple huddles of the unskilled but well
It's unreal how off one to sell souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla oblongata is got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the
He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his in
an unsettling scene
An obscene for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of
The architecture is something you've never
clean

That's three at the same time
They killed three with the same
And one each in every hand with the same
Answers and every man with the same question
is it?

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

If it was small, it would be Moore's Law
the land of the po' where we war saw
From the of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the store the snow thaw
from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of
One of several sects who can and charm the predators

We who measure the tools of measurers
We who pleasure the tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at schools of lecturers
We who the cherished rules of leveragers
to death, born to die
Mourn immortalized
In a war, where your score is your salary
It's like fantasies combatting your

I'm just to restore sanities
Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys
So heels spill but seal deals that build factories
What looks senator inner reveals macabees
Never trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless quatos

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

rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't a dent
Hardly, but I'm Harvey
I hope this making
tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New driving
A stomach for taking
I'm trying to redeem
With hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To the hooks
If you know it, then and sing
Don't in while I'm sleep
Nightmares dreams

rarely die from another sword
This is meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry motherboards
Diptique, so now the plural
But this is Mural