Luyện nghe bài hát Population Control

You and your fuckin canned groove it'll end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor let me catch you intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel bad crew of the
Just give me one reason to
I shall the flag half mast, take time to wallow
Company Flow the penis sucky sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up
Plus Agent get Orange
E-L-P-F-C-F for you
First to sleep, red dye number five be the potion
Enter subterrean from gem of fate like stop motion
Best to get
Our masks intangible
man verse mandible
We to no one, we 911
Silent alarm this is harm the duck of learning
El-P phase through these like vision
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive
Release the crack and put down your skin flutes
How ya motherfuckers think ya
To this mercenary 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is
Unlearn all of the
Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the store
After I present enter the spectrum your career's no more
the rectum
And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about poems
But a blood-red when the others got funcrushed is a spot
The terror gets hot
Co Flow mossie, Walt Disney meets Kaiser
There be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter
bitch styles indicate with stigmata
When in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to them fucking red doors black
Like that milk spoiled
While Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each down with olive oils

Company Flow, fuck
Bitch put away the fuckin piteous
Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design
I try to be different I am
So inevitably my style will survive your now turns to then
El P, vastly
3 2 1 Contact, never no that's the promise
You toast, well I hold Thomas
Golden and crannies
Win my raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner

Congratu-fucking-lations, I it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time Waldo gets spotted
Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a old fashioned stonin
My children, the has left the fuckin buildin

check check check check one two

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is issued in the

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is issued in the

Yo yo, who the fuck think they know about this hip-hop
These motherfuckin kids live shit
they fuckin lives
Who the fuck you think you Talkin bout this rap shit
These are the motherfuckers, Population Control
IS the real hip-hop shit
Some that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers know about
That's word

The goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up Bless my soul
The two franchise players that make whole squad look butt
Who the March Madness competition til October
Got you thinking that shit became a bit little
niggaz is fucking soldiers
Indelible mercenaries why ballin gets me on the nutsack
For the murderous intellect highly infections on
You need to come quicker that
To snatch the from the mousetrap
Small timer, it crazy engineering
To fuck anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters
up be that over .400 switch hitter
Out the park kingpin Dave couldn't do Justice , Bless my

for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests
Hardcore future emcees fight future wars
But for now, I'm fightin a of super-whores
invincible CoFlow skills for take-out
Where you can get the beef broccoli extra duck sauce
The quick draw, to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws
Come meet the Coney intruder hit the arts way after midnight
Had a scheme for a burner etched out in graphite
Apply the same of b-boys demented to the mic
And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt off
CoFlow, coming at you from every verse shit
Got stations blessin me off two for every song minute
Secretly teach background vocals in clinics

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

Yo yo, that MC shit
That shit talkin bout, every MC in this fuckin room is
one of em
We do shit for the love of the music
That's up, yo yo yo
this, backers
When's the last time you battled somebody you faggot
Yo yo, yo Company in the house
Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, Man, hah

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