Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

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

out, new gender,
penner,
in my as commander

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

The hole in my back for when God performs
Puppet,
Pencilling
Pun vet,
Ben ill shit/
Scripted,
in value
I you,
Gel prop'ly,
few copies,
Popichulo,
You probably know,
I'm not in the bothered,
In this bar race can ever sprint farther,

do tend to pale in comparison,
albino twin! twin!/
Psycho,
If you don't know I Mpo,
Supah with an A H and it's no
G-g-g-get that ass thoroughly,
No prob a who clocks in hourly/
leap, as far being,
the box,
unorthodox schemes/
fancy rhyme flexer space in the booth, lace
lines quite fresher the cancer in your toothpaste,
for the lecture
in the of a CD price/
Greedy the device,

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

My rock, ripped sock, we got,
Soul for the fan/

My rock, ripped sock, we got,
Soul for the fan/
enough rhymes to open up a bling-spot
clean cut are jewels we pen,
Do you
Alrightie