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 it while holding hands
Architect, terrible vet with flashback
Me a 30 OD, burn village laughing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Insight is disease, the criminal rotary
All over the world it's the same skull fuck
Alpha Flight airs that are rare, we openly
Feeling like a kid again, choking me

Never on my faction of bastards, not openly
Don't you whisper 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 dangerous
Full system, New York with no kings
Desperate kids do shit
Full system, it's on where you live

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