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

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

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

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


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