Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

I think that's a
I about that kid
That one St. Paul

No... heh... no
He ain't St. Paul

Well, he says he's St. Paul
But no, I think you're

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

He dug deep in his system to find for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I take them on walks me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable my finger skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the machine must be

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

From the side to the southside, to the wild side 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 wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my throat
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about your
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on ribbons
a splittin headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

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

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

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

Yo, cause I'd give him a uppercut than give 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 to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
Push it up now! it up
see them 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 and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*