Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to find for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep cool, true, stays 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 must be broken

Cause rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So he steady throwin just to get him to look
Man, every thought he ever had quietly in his book
For that's 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
thought I ever had quietly sits 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 to the homicide, you decide to set aside
Well, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
Cause you could break your back to 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
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no 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 head in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than bustin and smokin [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair 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 give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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 planet is he
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches