Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

Speaking of out
SPEAKING of out
he from?
He's from other planet, I heard
He traveled...

I that's a myth
I heard that kid
That one from St.

No... heh... no
He from St. Paul

Well, he he's from St. Paul
But no, I you're right

Yeah, he says he's St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more marketable when you about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a something like this...

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is
Talk was cheap, my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on with me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
many forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the must be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So he steady throwin just to get him to look
Man, every thought he ever had quietly sits in his
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
while you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

Because I'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no kids
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a full of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a to

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, please don't me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
it up now! Push it up
Lemme see hands, people (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What is he from?
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*