Luyện nghe bài hát Philosopher King

Dry crossing up the holy hate
Your is my hobby free throw
I'd toss my card but I'd hate to make a baby feel slow

Nope, bro,

There's lots of answers to
Like the that you feel is real, then pain grows
get for what you asked
Patience is the lane I mate with, case

If I fall, will you be to catch me now?
me now or...
If I fall, you be there to show me how,
me how I've fallen?

All in a blanket with a lazy eye
pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a
I too can cook a bunch of little

Friend, my life
Friend, my life

I picked 'em up and clipped hype
It was the tamest type the little couldn't listen
I it up and twisted night
Into a padded room, bitch named "Kristen"

I run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but fly
Guess were right
No way to drag body and make up the time
So I'll on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind

say that you're better
Won't sell you a lie
tell you etcetera
Won't say you're doing fine

If your life never turns
And if you should die tomorrow or the week after
I know I will be safe and sound
I won't be cleaning up all the mess

All cranky in a blanket a lazy eye
pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a
I too can cook a bunch of meals

I felt my craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching
I be the man with the bacon
Make a light reveal the stake in fakeness

I run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but fly
Guess they right
No way to drag body and make up the time
So focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind