Luyện nghe bài hát Party For The Fight To Write

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

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

And he said some got pencils and got guns
Some how to stand and some of them run
We don't get along, but we the same song
for the fight to write, and write on

Stay gold Pony Boy, true outspoken
Make a Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
Its all therapy, on top of riffs
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 it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys
As a Hip Hop made me read books,
And Hip Hop made me be a crook
And Hip Hop me the way and something to say
And all I took in return is a look
Son, you're shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as half way
Gettin' good at actin' like you just care
The circle of life trying to it square condition
And sit still
And Still.. where have all the sheep
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 inside my head
I'd probably need some leather attatched to my bed
And if I go another day eating a meal
I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it
And if they keep guns 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 have to share some of that beer my friend
They me as happy-go-lucky
Just another base-head bobbin'
But from I stand, they sould like spies
all the children's head with lies
Well alright, get your money
But right now I want you to pick a side
So you got your power and you got your chedder
Let's get together soldier over this hold and make these roads better
(Bring it on.. he said bring it on now) [X2]
Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... get it on

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