Luyện nghe bài hát Real Circus

I bought my ticket ten years ago when in
Was the candy caramel. I submerged a
on the mental. but it was hard to tell if
Nails pitched on my tent on time, with the
- God - had a whip. hit me on my hip, now I'm on
A hop, but it stop. now I advise the wise
Why, why did you let me out the now i'm
Flowin pro, flu, germs wit a new perm
I'm hittin regions. it's winter season
Tryin to forget the of my twisted sister, so
I turn my face 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 can't see me. I 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 word spades. they tryin to pull my
They're to get it, I won't forget it like an
Elephant, tiger, lions rely on the funky
Dyin in the circus

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

I'm jumpin through hoops, can you dance a
Panther? I can. I pick my prey in of
Grey, but I'm not color on the rhyme. the
Circus is in my scalp. I'm than the alps
I'll make you break camp. I crews like shrews
I bust without screws. can you do that - hardly.
Ya too stiff malarky art kits, up the drawings
Ya never saw cling when the grip whips
makes you feel like the real circus.