Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

I think a myth
I heard that kid
That one from St.

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

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

Yeah, he says from 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 nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But let them off the leash
Cause they cross the street and get hit
a second, I pretended to need 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, wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably from my finger skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to cool, true, stays on the down low
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the must be broken

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

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

Because I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly 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 throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone afraid 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
I'll take a round of applause, but won't no kids hand
Cause the tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they you to do more than push a broom to

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

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

Give you a, it up now, push 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 is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
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 and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches