Luyện nghe bài hát Real Circus

I bought my ticket ten ago when in demand
Was the caramel. I submerged like a
on the mental. but it was hard to tell if
Nails on my tent on time, with the ringmaster
- God - had a whip. hit me on my hip, now I'm on
A hop, but it don't stop. now I advise the
Why, why did you let me out the now i'm
Flowin pro, flippin flu, germs wit a new
I'm hittin different regions. it's season
Tryin to forget the of my twisted sister, so
I my face when rockin rollin in myst-ic
So show freaks can't peep the mask task-force
the jacket, so I'm packin not because i'm
Hard. I'm paranoid, I'm far away
God. he see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me
Dreamin, in comes the demon tryin to me
That semen. one way I'm off the brink, the
Was unblocked. i'm strictly on instinct, I'm
Over barriers. i'm spooked cause I keep
The spades. they tryin to pull my card
They're to get it, I won't forget it like an
Elephant, tiger, lions rely on the monkey
Dyin in the real

I'm finally out of my cage, it's been ten since
I the silence. sure to erupt eyes-lids
Till they're queasy the degree of the tilt of
A trapeze performer that's succession in
The progression of a juggler, slitter, my spear
Shifted. saafir's gifted black santa. i was
a flipper with sticks and balance beams
I to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.
Oh! here come jay-z, 15 deep
In a car wit make-up, but I got make-up
For ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs
Down cakes. I pounds to fakes so my cleets
Stake claims, skills have belittled spittle.
from that grill - waffles, ya shit is awful
Further implore for more speech reach back
For the cage where the are plottin schemes
You ask me to explain I mean, I will in
The afterlife kill death, I the untimid
Breath, I'm trustworthy to the of dirty
Thirty-thousand old authentic, I'll win it
Just as the thought has brought into comes
The traveling circus.

I'm jumpin hoops, can you dance like a
Panther? I can. I pick my in shades of
Grey, but I'm not blind on the rhyme. the
is in my scalp. I'm higher than the alps
I'll make you break camp. I crews like shrews
I bust nuts without screws. can you do - hardly.
Ya too malarky art kits, give up the drawings
Ya never saw swings cling when the grip
That makes you like the real circus.