Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to nutrition for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But let them off the leash
Cause might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need a friendship
With many forms of till everyone repented
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner 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 dopest at the
Yeah, he's the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

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 just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop you hop in a porthole
And those problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you break 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 tire
a splittin headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down
In a room 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 push a broom to

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

Yo, cause I'd rather 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 in his book
For anyone 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
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
grab your partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa,
*laughs and catches