Luyện nghe bài hát No Kings

And the say

Watch your man, I he's faking the band
Y'all will either run the world or destroy it holding hands
Architect, terrible vet bent flashback
Me clutching a 30 OD, burn laughing

Gas latched in, signal for the whirly
Worm killer bird on the set, I flex
Got to beat the rush and report it all to the mind
and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine

Let's digress now, kings, put cans up
Paint the city scope the prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a relica
New York is the burg, stte of hysterica

a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence
Grab the money and the charger for the microchip in head
Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy,
I sit up in the cribbo and carve these kites out of lead

The same weight of the monkey on my
Who crawled off my and tried to make friends
Now I'm walking 'round lit the fun never ends
But someone ran key on my whip, plus left dents

to my bastard delight night, gents
Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes
Living is so demeaning but rappers wanna offer
Fake aliens from lying

I don't have the time, man, I'm searching for answers
The beat is so sick, made with real bits of
The clay of the streets, don't take to these broken cleats
But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded, it's me
What up,

men do dangerous things
Full system, New York with no kings
kids do dangerous shit
Full alarm system, on where you live

My name is El-Producto, my friend, I rawly
bent pod beast, fiends try to draw me
Another close copy but not the God
Sex sloppily, fuck yourself, pardon me

Look, here the scientists, here they come to cure us all
Mind is on your money, sonny, brain is on the call
Give the kid a sack of D, the child a bag of C
in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy

Deadly people, deadly new day
deadly dumb kick snare pattern play
Dignity for criminals, science for
War stole the future, peace is for

Evey thing's a felony, hellishly
Cops make guns like here, check the melody
You need to to worship the warships
Anything made of steel, of can leave corpses

Cops on four horses, hot to quarters
The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and quick
Don't lift your foot off of that land switch
Till I make the 20 dash and cover my eyelid

We don't need no edumucation, no patience
My team is on the food line, blinker in the and
all connected, gotta wait for the signal
Weathermen are the that burn to the bone gristle

Insight is disease, feed the rotary
All over the world the same skull fuck locally
Alpha Flight airs are rare, we rock openly
Feeling like a kid again, umbilical me

Never on my faction of bastards, not openly
Don't you even shit, not even if jokingly
out of poisonville, coming up for air again
Nah, the air is poisonous, choking me
Do it

Desperate men do things
Full alarm system, New with no kings
Desperate kids do shit
Full system, it's on where you live

Yeah,