Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

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

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

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

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

Couple huddles of the unskilled but told
It's unreal how off one deal to souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is got him by the cousin
He gotta buy the and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
an unsettling scene
An setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you've seen
clean

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

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

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

We who measure the tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of
We who lecture at schools of lecturers
We who question the rules of leveragers
Born to death, to die
Mourn correct
In a war, where your score is your salary
It's fantasies combatting your mortality

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

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

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

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