Luyện nghe bài hát Papercutz

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

the same once again
Microphones fully loaded and
I try to make this end
But it I'm returnin'

Yeah, paper,
Papercutz,
we go, paper cut-t
papercutz,
paper, paper, cutz, papercutz 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 I said i'd exit
But i couldn't do it the
It from my lips
can't exist
In a past paradise
dice, holdin' Christ
on a chain, surrounded by ice
sisinel sirus?, you can't deny
Because the has brokin'
and have been replaced by legal tender
Great tried to asend my agenda
I dismembered their thought
and now move in circles like Saturn
out of orbital formation Yea
The radio is hatin' and so is my motivation yea
'cause the pen and the pad are the only that I had
When the light can not be
I'm a fiend for the rap and its gettin them like I'm a figurine
That in articulate shadow boxin' appeal
What is real is irrelative, it is relatively
That's why i sharpen words
To you papercutz
And I wreck visual images like I'm Lutz
What's the name of this train?
call it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' insane
This called the rap game, I'm claimin' insane
Lyrically I'm arcane, and such is

OK
lets slow it down a little commin bit this

Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic
to think on a diamond mine
Gotta take it back, to the attack
I felt when I saw the sign
Comin' down the sky
like a Jehovah
Got a crib and a rover
But so what, i'm not
Just takin' sips but I don't
Just trips so I don't tip
These just ain't enough
They makin' hits, and I can't
Just at Hammer now
My is tighter, provider
In light of freedom fighter, rhythm and rappin'
And yet you try it
you can't buy it
I saw you and slippin'and fool I'm so tired
of fake emcees and you best
got and the trade hidden up my sleeve
and I pray to God I'm on my knees
I can break it, cut this paper, Paper

paper paper damn

we are tearing the

I've captured of the globe 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 sentences the place where my repentance 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 saw the light of day
the tension is, rising up inside of me
crying for those died for me,
my true
but it seems the selfish in me
they talk but got listenin'
kissing the ground and living in at the same time
there's nothing to put their
in the
could of chosen to pull the world over own eyes
go blind
thinking the comforts fool but they don't
each and word
it has
become reality
standards and
those fleeting momemnts i spoke of, they got more than taken
thoughts better off then laws, we call inspiration
those fragments of the globe we use as illumination
moving on the fabric of time the is fortificaion making so

buh-bye buh-bye baa baa baa baaaaa

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