Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the north side to the southside, to the 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 you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

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

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is to life than 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 give me a stare

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

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! 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 planet is he
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
grab your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches