Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

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

Hides the eyes beneath the of the cap
Walks amoungst the flies hover over 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 pass around and then
Been done, there a name you can trust
the whole match book and put a flame to the brush
Good pets, and rips up sets
Put the in biz, try to give what you get
When you let him run with the thought
the line in, try to see what you caught
I ain't all bad, but I ain't all that great
I back to the lab and began to mutate
Wait. I still look the same, got the same dumb name
Ain't a damn thing
But if you surprises, I know of a party
Where they all dance around to heart beat
Bring your own agenda and your flaws
Lets put a 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
Party for the fight to write, and on

Stay Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
With the theories, the stories, the truths, the
Its all therapy, on top of riffs
indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give some
And if its done correct, we'll make more noise
So pick it up, and pick me up when you're with the toys
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' at actin' like you just don't care
The circle of life trying to it square condition
And self sit
And Still.. have all the sheep gone
Burnt the farm and turned the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get to my party

And if I spent anymore time inside my
I'd probably need some leather straps to my bed
And if I go another day without eating a
I'm gonna show you what it means to it real
And if they keep shootin' up and down my block
I Swear to God be the first one to call the cops
And if I hear that song ever again
You gonna have to share of that beer my friend
They me as happy-go-lucky
another base-head bobbin' nobody
But from where I stand, they sould spies
Fillin' all the head with lies
Well alright, get money right
But right now tonight I you to pick a side
So when you got power and you got your chedder
Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and 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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