Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Tell me I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of quantum fantasy
And if that's not the then I can't help but laugh
At where the going, heading for the past
Stealing and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? mind
Bend down and before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing people's fame

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me real music
There is no soul to the so-called they try to sing
there are a few exceptions to the old rule
They reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true in their field
It's just too bad that they their space with a bunch of queers
we're at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying racial violence is a stupid thing to do, assholes

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it
Don'tlet your sonfine you unrtil your brain goes slack
Need I remind you, you're nothing new
You think that they will sign you, good luck, you'll it too

I'm saying what's on my mind this point in time
Don't want to offend anyone unless they've minds
Instead of from the artist of an older age
Creating a brand new sound, a new scheme of things
I'm sure you can see my point of view if you really try
I'd like to see this generation build a that shines
Stop up the bones of other people's art
You can make own if you stop and really try

What the fuck's the with you?