Luyện nghe bài hát No Kings

And the say

Watch your man, I think he's the band
Y'all will either run the world or it while holding hands
Architect, terrible vet with flashback
Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village

Gas mask latched in, for the whirly
Worm killer bird on the set, I flex
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 cans up
Paint the scope with the prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em laser surg every tumor a fatal relica
New York is the truancy burg, stte of

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

The same weight of the monkey on my
Who crawled off my back and to make friends
Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun ends
But ran their key on my whip, plus left dents

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

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

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

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

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

Deadly young people, new day
Young dumb kick snare pattern play
for criminals, science for religion
War stole the future, is for bitches

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

on four horses, hot to draw quarters
The thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick
Don't lift your off of that land mine switch
Till I the 20 yard dash and cover 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 for the signal
Weathermen are the that burn to the bone gristle

is disease, feed the criminal rotary
All over the it's the same skull fuck locally
Flight airs that are rare, we rock openly
Feeling like a kid again, umbilical me

shit on my faction of bastards, not openly
Don't you even whisper shit, not even if
out of poisonville, coming up for air again
Nah, the air is poisonous, environment me
Do it

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

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