Luyện nghe bài hát Philosopher King

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

Nope, bro,

There's lots of to shit
Like the numbing that you is real, then pain grows
You'll get for what you
Patience is the lane I mate with, case

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

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

Friend, my life
Friend, make my

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

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

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

If your never turns around
And if you should die or the week after next
I know that I will be and sound
I won't be there up all the mess

All cranky in a blanket with a eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the guy
Why yo fitness need a
I too can a bunch of little meals

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

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