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

And he said got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and 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 record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all
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 make more 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 made me wanna be a
And Hip Hop gave me the way and to say
And all I took in return is a look
Son, shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as half way there
Gettin' good at actin' like you just care
The circle of life trying to make it condition
And sit still
And Still.. have all the sheep gone
Burnt the farm and turned the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob all get invitations to my party

And if I spent anymore time my head
I'd need some 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 be the first one to call the cops
And if I gotta hear that ever again
You gonna have to share some of beer my friend
They mistake me as
Just base-head bobbin' nobody
But from where I stand, they sould spies
Fillin' all the head with lies
Well alright, get your right
But right now tonight I want you to pick a
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 right now)
nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on

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