Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It kicks in like
In water confines doing time
new fine severed fresh from the damn umbilical/
A non-conformist,
Uses Thaw as buckets for the vomits,
Bro ill flowing bars in accordance,
Slow yet going hard as a tortoise,
the skill,
Should we spar be tortures,
by
Unworthy sad wounded
The mic is closed for maintenance,
Go talk outside with your vacant friends,
Or at a hallway of a clinic,
Hitch-hiking wheel chairs passing paraplegics/
I'm an Autobot Spazzatron,
The one you're warned about with the large hard drawn,

out, new gender,
penner,
in my as commander

My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the music
Wit' enough rhymes to open up a
cut gold are jewels we pen,
My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the fan/
Wit' rhymes to open up a bling-spot
clean cut are jewels we pen,
Do you

The hole in my back for when God performs
Puppet,
Pencilling
Pun vet,
Ben ill shit/
Scripted,
Intrinsic in
I you,
Gel prop'ly,
few copies,
Popichulo,
You should know,
I'm not in the bothered,
In this bar race none can sprint farther,

Others do tend to in comparison,
twin! Albino twin!/
Psycho,
If you don't it's I Mpo,
Supah with an A H and it's no
that ass beat thoroughly,
No prob a nutjob who in hourly/
leap, as far being,
the box,
unorthodox schemes/
fancy rhyme flexer takin' space in the booth,
quite fresher than the cancer in your toothpaste,
Fines for the
in the form of a CD
wit' the device,

Indeed he
Dikes,
match the tongue game,
From the old MILF down to the dame,
Came, saw,
speech,
drunkard/

My rock, ripped sock, we got,
Soul for the music

My clique rock, sock, we got,
for the music fan/
Wit' enough to open up a bling-spot
cut gold are jewels we pen,
Do you
Then