Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

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

Put on a
Think put on a record
I'll put on a record
Let it again, again, again, again
I'll
Put on a
I'll put on a record
Think put on a record
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, wreck a site recollect the
Excercise CD's, put it in deck and drive
Jeopardise freedom, might not be a second
Petrified as the pressure rise like the price
I'm the in line like Bin Laden's fifty second wife
Step the mind, mine so electrifying
Check the time, dropping biters quicker insecticide
A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the of Hyde
Can't a blind eye like Alqueda buying dynamite
Still tryna write, still find the time
When you sign the line - meet more dicks than a virgina's
A silent night, when I recite a line my lips
The in my family like Lionel Richie
A sixty transfixing melody
Rise the from the cemetery, the only remedy is.

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

Just let it play, feel vibrations through your
Dieing to stay the like you were Brazil's murder rate
Exterminate all you nerd and hating
coffee, rock at night in this nocturnal age
Turn the page unpaid, I'm paid in paper clips
The pain of played while I'm praying to the plagiarist
The turntablist blade 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 move with the wind
than a little you with some voodoo pins
So we

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


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