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 while holding
Architect, terrible vet with bent
Me clutching a 30 OD, village laughing

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

digress now, kings, put your cans up
Paint the city scope the prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em laser surg tumor like 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 in head
Brooklyn is the life, 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 tried to 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 but none of it makes sense
Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna
aliens from lying saucers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is disease, feed the criminal 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 shit on my faction of bastards, not
you even whisper shit, not even 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 with no kings
Desperate kids do dangerous
Full alarm system, on where you live

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