Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

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

Hides the eyes the bill of the cap
amoungst the flies that hover over the mat
He lies, but only when a reason
life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and income
Got enough to pass around and then some
done, that there a name you can trust
Read the whole match and put a flame to the brush
Good with pets, and rips up
Put the show in biz, try to what you get
you let him run free with the thought
Pull the line in, try to see you caught
I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all great
I Went back to the lab and to mutate
Wait. I look the same, still got the same dumb name
a damn thing changed
But if you like surprises, I of a party
Where they all dance around to heart beat
Bring your own agenda and embrace flaws
Lets put a face on this cause

And he said some got pencils and 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 Boy, stay true 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
This indutry's big, so big in (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give some
And if its done correct, we'll more than noise
So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the
As a child Hip Hop made me books,
And Hip Hop me wanna be a crook
And Hip Hop gave me the way and to say
And all I took in return is a look
Son, you're shook, ain't no such thing as half way there
Gettin' good at actin' like you don't care
The circle of life trying to make it square
And self sit
And Still.. where all the sheep gone
Burnt down the farm and the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get to my party

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

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