Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

[Hook] vocals sample}
"Think put on a record" {X4}

Put on a
Think put on a record
I'll put on a record
Let it again, again, again, again
Then
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, a site recollect the vibe
CD's, put it in your deck and drive
Jeopardise freedom, not be a second time
Petrified as the pressure rise the petrol price
I'm the next in line like Bin Laden's second wife
inside the mind, mine so electrifying
Check the time, dropping quicker than insecticide
A Dr hiding behind the mind of Hyde
Can't turn a blind eye like buying dynamite
Still tryna write, still find the time
When you sign the line - meet more dicks a virgina's life
A silent night, when I a line my lips bleed
The darkest in my family like Lionel
A nineteen transfixing melody
Rise the sick the cemetery, the only remedy is.

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

Just let it play, feel through your vertebrae
Dieing to the highest like you were Brazil's murder rate
Exterminate all you nerd and hating
Percolated coffee, rock at in this 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 blade blood
cutting quicker than Darth did to his own son
Run with hunger like goldilocks the rock
And me and rap we rap together Holden and Brock, what?
It's the music, it makes your mood 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 can picture
a situation, some over rated/over played like
Some play then lead off the stage Ray is (BOOOOOO)
Everyday the play, the same the shit on TV
What yah gonna watch you're lost in Simpsons
Knee deep in 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 mine is
Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety
forces out all the memories you swallowed in
Riders of the given life to Jim Morrison
report dead walking around the corodor
A law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
If a bombing or running from an under cover's Commodore
When you're home there's that you want more than


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