Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my 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 pretended to a friendship
With many 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, then wake up the day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the machine must be

Cause he'd rather give him a than give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs 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
Rather 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 afraid to jump, let me him a push

From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the
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 would die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And those problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
as a poetic 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 much I grew to like through this mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't
crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because 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 sits 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 throwin jabs to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get business 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 tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine 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 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 and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd 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 in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! it up
see them hands, people (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 glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa,
and catches breath*