Luyện nghe bài hát Reading My Eyes (xero 1997 Demo)

[Verse 1- Shinoda]
The microphone molester, machete
Stupid dope fresh type shit
Top Gun Best-of-the-bester
The an Emcee peace-in-rester
The skill tester, the flex, the
The make funner, the adversary runner
summer cold with rhymes I spit
And kick to lifted delinquent wit
I be the my hands, top it, stop it
Fly like rocky I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse
Every curse a burst of hurt
crowds, physical fitness rhymes
Cokeheads couldn't do my
I'm decorated Christmas pines
My battalion
Emcees become in shock

[Chorus- Mark
Reading my eyes say it in many ways
Losing my will save it in many days

[Verse 2- Shinoda]
Hit the dirt, 'cause the I spit
Will do than just rip your shirt
I'll bitch-slap your soul, contact the control
You're coming at me and can't it though
So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick with
Wickedness, pitchin this, lyrical
Of crews and cliques, of men and mistresses
is my life: the twilight and the fight night
And to see nothing but the highlights when I write
These on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
on, move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat-speaking clarity
Feel my verities, heroism of
And sever every emcee I see with

[Chorus - Mark
Reading my will say it in many ways
Losing my will save it in many days

Mark Wakefield]
Why not... what I came... Why not... I came...

Why not give me what I came to
Why not give me what I came to
Why not me what I came to deserve?
Why not me what I came to believe?

[Chorus- Mark
Reading my will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will it in many days