Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

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

Hides the eyes beneath the of the cap
Walks the flies that hover over the mat
He lies, but when there's a reason
life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at and managing income
Got enough love to pass and then some
done, that there a name you can trust
Read the whole match book and put a to the brush
Good pets, and rips up sets
Put the in biz, try to give what you get
you let him run free with the thought
Pull the line in, try to see you caught
I all that bad, but I ain't all that great
I back to the lab and began to mutate
Wait. I still look the same, still got the dumb name
a damn thing changed
But if you surprises, I know 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 said some got pencils and some got
Some know how to and some of them run
We don't get along, but we sing the same
for the fight to write, and write on

Stay Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all
the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
Its all therapy, on top of turntable
indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can some back
And if its done correct, make more than noise
So pick it up, and pick me up you're bored with the toys
As a child Hip Hop me read books,
And Hip Hop made me wanna be a
And Hip Hop gave me the way and to say
And all I took in is a second look
Son, shook, 'cause 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 condition
And self sit
And Still.. where have all the gone
Burnt down the and turned the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get to my party

And if I spent time inside my head
I'd probably need some straps attatched to my bed
And if I go day without eating a meal
I'm show you what it means to keep it real
And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my
I Swear to God be the first one to call the cops
And if I gotta that song ever again
You gonna to share some of that beer my friend
They mistake me as
Just base-head bobbin' nobody
But from where I stand, they sould like
Fillin' all the children's with lies
Well alright, get your right
But right now tonight I want you to a side
So when you got your and you got your chedder
Let's get soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better
(Bring it on.. he bring it on right now) [X2]
nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on

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