Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

[Intro:] This is one of songs you can clap along too...

Hides the eyes the bill of the cap
Walks amoungst the flies that hover the mat
He lies, but only there's a reason
Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the
at handling and managing income
Got enough love to around and then some
Been done, that there a name you can
the whole match book and put a flame to the brush
Good with pets, and up sets
Put the show in biz, try to what you get
When you let him run with the thought
Pull the in, try to see what you caught
I ain't all that bad, but I all that great
I Went back to the lab and began to
Wait. I still look the same, still got the dumb name
Ain't a damn changed
But if you like surprises, I of a party
Where they all dance around to your beat
Bring your own agenda and your flaws
put a face on this common cause

And he some got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and some of run
We get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the to write, and write on

Stay gold Pony Boy, stay outspoken
a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
With the theories, the stories, the truths, the
Its all therapy, on top of turntable
indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give back
And if its done correct, we'll make more than
So pick it up, and me up when you're bored with the toys
As a child Hip Hop me read books,
And Hip Hop me wanna be a crook
And Hip Hop me the way and something to say
And all I in return is a second look
Son, you're shook, 'cause ain't no thing as half way there
Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't
The circle of life trying to make it square
And sit still
And Still.. where have all the gone
Burnt down the farm and the TV on
John Coltrine, Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party

And if I spent anymore time inside my
I'd probably need some straps attatched to my bed
And if I go day without eating a meal
I'm gonna show you what it to keep it real
And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my
I Swear to God I'll be the one to call the cops
And if I gotta hear that song again
You gonna have to some of that beer my friend
They mistake me as
Just another bobbin' nobody
But from where I stand, they sould spies
all the children's head with lies
Well alright, get your right
But now tonight I want you to pick a side
So you got your power and you got your chedder
Let's get together soldier over throw hold and make these roads better
(Bring it on.. he said it on right now) [X2]
Ain't nothin' but a y'all... lets get it on

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