Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

[Hook] {Old vocals
"Think I'll put on a record"

Put on a
Think put on a record
Think I'll put on a
Let it spin again, again, again,
I'll
Put on a
Think I'll put on a
Think I'll put on a
the end, the end, the end, the end, the end.
1]
Think put on a record, reckon you wanna recognise
I'm a wrecking ball, wreck a site the vibe
Excercise CD's, put it in your deck and
freedom, might not be a second time
Petrified as the pressure like the petrol price
I'm the next in like Bin Laden's fifty second wife
Step inside the mind, mine so
the time, dropping biters quicker than insecticide
A Dr hiding behind the mind of Hyde
Can't turn a blind eye Alqueda buying dynamite
Still tryna write, still find the time
you sign the line - meet more dicks than a virgina's life
A night, when I recite a line my lips bleed
The in my family like Lionel Richie
A sixty transfixing melody
the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is.

Hear the DJ the track
Come back around like a lap
Never would you wanna get sick of
Rewind that shit, yep bring it
the DJ spin the track
A cinematic
Kicking back, gin or Jacks
Rewind that shit and bring it

Just let it play, feel vibrations through vertebrae
Dieing to stay the highest like you were Brazil's rate
all you nerd and hating sherminators
Percolated coffee, rock at night in nocturnal age
Turn the still unpaid, I'm paid in paper clips
The pain of being played while I'm praying to the
The turntablist razor blade
quicker than Darth Vadar did to his own son
Run with hunger like goldilocks holding the
And me and rap we rap like Holden and Brock, what?
It's the music, it your mood move with the wind
Quicker a little you with some voodoo pins
So we

3]
Imprisoned in song's composition
A vision with every listen the listener can
a situation, some over rated/over played like
Some play then off the stage like Ray is (BOOOOOO)
the same play, the same the shit on TV
What yah gonna watch you're in Simpsons repeats
Knee in monkey see, monkey do
Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? new
Proven is short, fuck it man what's mine is yours
Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like four
Vinyl out all the memories you swallowed in
Riders of the given life to Jim Morrison
Coroners report dead around the corodor
A law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
If a graffers bombing or running from an under cover's
When you're home nothing that you want more than


[Hook]
"Put on a
I'll fix myself some dinner
Frozen egg rolls or spagetti a can"