Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

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

Put on a
I'll put on a record
Think I'll put on a
Let it spin again, again, again,
Then
Put on a
Think put on a record
Think I'll put on a
the end, the end, the end, the end, the end.
1]
Think I'ma put on a record, reckon you recognise
I'm a wrecking ball, a site recollect the vibe
Excercise CD's, put it in deck and drive
Jeopardise freedom, not be a second time
Petrified as the rise like the petrol price
I'm the next in line like Bin fifty second wife
Step inside the mind, so electrifying
the time, dropping biters quicker than insecticide
A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the mind of
turn a blind eye like Alqueda buying dynamite
Still tryna write, still tryna find the
When you sign the line - more dicks than a virgina's life
A silent night, when I a line my lips bleed
The darkest in my family like Richie
A nineteen sixty transfixing
the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is.

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

Just let it play, vibrations through your vertebrae
Dieing to stay the highest like you Brazil's murder rate
Exterminate all you and hating sherminators
Percolated coffee, rock at in this nocturnal age
Turn the page still unpaid, I'm paid in paper
The pain of played while I'm praying to the plagiarist
The turntablist razor blood
quicker than Darth Vadar did to his own son
Run with like goldilocks holding the rock
And me and rap we rap together like Holden and Brock,
It's the music, it makes your mood with the wind
Quicker than a little you with some voodoo
So we

3]
Imprisoned in this song's
A with every listen the listener can picture
a situation, some over played like Neighbours
Some play then lead off the stage Ray is (BOOOOOO)
the same play, the same the shit on TV
What yah gonna you're lost in Simpsons repeats
Knee deep in see, monkey do
Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? new
Proven time is short, fuck it man mine is yours
Wise words from a dinosaur, still like ninety four
Vinyl forces out all the you swallowed in
Riders of the storm life to Jim Morrison
Coroners dead walking around the corodor
A common law Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
If a graffers or running from an under cover's Commodore
When you're there's nothing that you want more than


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