Luyện nghe bài hát Papercutz

Hey, it's the same once
Microphones fully loaded and
Funny I try to make end
But it I'm returnin' a name

it's the same again
Microphones loaded and friend
Funny I try to this end
But it seems I'm

Yeah, paper,
Papercutz,
Here we go, cut-t
papercutz,
paper, paper, cutz, paper paper, cutz

So ah k-os, Are you gonna do album man?

Yo man, yo you see all there,
you critics, hey it out

Yo, I know I said i'd
But i do it the minute
It flowed my lips
Futures exist
In a past time
Rollin' dice, holdin'
on a platinum chain, by ice
sisinel sirus?, you deny this
Because the has brokin'
and tokens been replaced by legal tender
Great pretendas to asend my agenda
I their thought patterns
and now they move in circles Saturn
out of orbital formation Yea
The radio station is and so is my motivation yea
the pen and the pad are the only friends that I had
When the light can not be
I'm a fiend for the rap game and its gettin them I'm a figurine
move in articulate shadow boxin' appeal
What is real is irrelative, it is relatively
why i sharpen these words
To you papercutz
And I wreck visual images I'm Julian Lutz
What's the of this runaway train?
it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' humans insane
This thing called the rap game, I'm insane
I'm arcane, and such is papercutz

OK
slow it down a little commin bit like this

Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic
don't to think on a mine
Gotta take it back, to the attack
That I felt when I saw the
Comin' from the sky
like a supernova
Got a crib and a rover
But so what, i'm not
Just sips but I don't skip
Just trips so I don't tip
papercutz just ain't enough
They makin' hits, and I touch
look at Hammer now
My is tighter, provider
In light of freedom fighter, rhythm writer and
And yet you try it
because you buy it
I saw you grippin' and slippin'and I'm so tired
of fake and you best believe
got tricks and the trade hidden up my
and I to God when I'm on my knees
that I can break it, cut this paper,

paper paper damn

we are tearing the

I've captured fractions of the inside my mind in fleeting moments that I hold fast to and throw them to infinity
in every step or less then every breath of then each confession states a second of the time thats slowly killing me
inside these sentences the place where my is
I'm so in trying to turn these exits into entrances
I'm thinkin all of what i had and scratch it onto a pad
but never saw the of day
hence the is, rising up inside of me
crying for that died for me,
my friends
but it the selfish confide in me
talk but they got listenin'
kissing the ground and living in at the same time
there's nothing to put vision
in the
could of to pull the world over their own eyes
they go
thinking the fool but they don't realize
each and word
it has
thoughts become
standards and
those fleeting momemnts that i of, they got more than taken
thoughts off then laws, we call them inspiration
those of the globe we use them as illumination
moving on the fabric of the purpose is fortificaion making so

buh-bye buh-bye baa baa baa baaaaa

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