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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your business 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 is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than a broom to

Tune rolls to your head, and you to see
There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't give 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 thought I ever had sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

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

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

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