Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he he's from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's marketable when 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
sleep, tossed 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
Cause they cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
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 with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
it cheaper 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 than him a hook
So he throwin jabs just to get him to look
Man, thought he ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you to set aside
Well, a side, any side, are you along 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 stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about style
Cause you could break your back to the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the pain 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 this mic I clutch
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you touch
crush, when the vocals 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 him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get your business and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike 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 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 bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
But time I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare

Yo, I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his
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
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
planet is he from?
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 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 listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*