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

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

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

Yeah, he says from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more 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 with me
But don't let them off the
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 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 again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
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 keep cool, true, on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the must be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
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 about style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with delivery
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like this mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a 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 rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every 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 just to get him to
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me you a push

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

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

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
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 you a...

Give you a, it up now, push 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 is he from?
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*