Luyện nghe bài hát No Kings

And the say

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

Gas mask latched in, signal for the
killer bird on the set, I flex early
Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive
Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to mine

Let's digress now, kings, put your up
Paint the scope with the prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em surg every tumor like a fatal relica
New York is the truancy burg, stte of

It's a brutalized lab jumping the fence
Grab the and the charger for the microchip embedded in head
is the life, equal parts joy, strife
I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid out of lead

The weight of the monkey on my neck
Who crawled off my back and tried to make
Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never
But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left

Welcome to my bastard night, gents
Where everything has a meaning but of it makes sense
is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer
Fake aliens lying saucers

I have the time, man, I'm searching for bigger answers
The beat is so sick, with real bits of panther
The clay of the city streets, don't to these broken cleats
But I hold my johnson and it retarded, it's just me
up, Tame?

Desperate men do dangerous
Full alarm system, New York with no
Desperate do dangerous shit
alarm system, it's on where you live

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

Look, here comes the scientists, here come to cure us all
Mind is on money, sonny, brain is on the curtain call
Give the kid a of D, pass the child a bag of C
Even in the tenement there's a pharmacy

young people, deadly new day
Young deadly kick snare pattern play
Dignity for criminals, science for
War the future, peace is for bitches

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

on four horses, hot to draw quarters
The morbidist thoughts are mad and enforced quick
lift your foot off of that land mine switch
Till I make the 20 yard dash and my eyelid

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

Insight is disease, feed the criminal
All over the world it's the same skull 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 whisper shit, not if jokingly
Straight out of poisonville, up for air again
Nah, the air is poisonous, choking me
Do it

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

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