Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to fire up North Korean missiles
the bone gristle
But none poems hit you in this world of cloned tissue
Wrek is grade, boom bap
Taken from the
That boy got them please make sure that you do shut him down
They do not approve of my they do humble g's
Everybody up, I'm allergic to mumble bees
But i keep it the illusion is so jumbled these
Idiots have got me
I've been barred up since back when Charlie won golden ticket
Rubbing charm over scars, it ain't to overthink it
But I love life
I'm cutting through the
I love this so much I live inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an reference, or has it now been modernized?
Reboots and subdue most of the common minds
Underneath we can find a world to colonize
These vices and devices shorten modern lives (huh)
I grind like I ain't had an
They say that they grind, but check the time they half the days
Said that they were monsters, colossal like a hand
But they as hard as an alcoholic Hathaway
This baking armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
Forget the pain and you can forget the day it set in
The paper screams we are fucked but no one reads the
Whats the and prognosis besides cirrosis
cal Fragile Wrek be a la dope shit
Bigging up wannabe emcees up above me
Who been standing on my to sell it out Coyote Ugly
been on the run since I was a hushpuppy
Gaining things from grind nah I never was
Building up the wreking crew to stand against the
And try to keep my day ones from turning into
What you think this is, a life of leisure and some fuckin'
That draws us just inside the lines that keep us up and
I've seen some people in the streets and stuck in pain
And don't know to think if might be the ones to blame
world has turned my heart colder then the Himalayas
But I feel like I need to like demonstrators
And if I don't now I think they'll dim the faders
And it down so no one can even attempt to save us
I will not be the sucker in motherfuckers favor
And turn a blind eye while they come out and buck my
movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of major
And it requires work, but we never did mind the
Got fam who laced up so I this one is a rager
I'm 'bout to so if you need me hit the pager
I got no time in my mind to become savior
But warriors come out at and play if that's your flavor
My cake and tonic, they favor hate and vomit
They just pay the homage or, save for Reaganomics
I carry blades and and work for pay from sonnets
This data it and ultra laced in chronic
So we burnin' to the degree
Cause if it ain't brute force it ain't force to me
I'm feelin' this from to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This music industry is me like birds and bees
But I still love her though, I do whatever she needs
And tell my friends I have fell so just excuse me please
This thing is or death, mics are checked through the leads
And hate on you cause you let the groove repeat
But I will never make for my service, or apologize for the art like Com's Electric Circus
I will be the truth from my roots to the
And keep it in the dungeon makin' motherfuckers

Pardon me murder
And cutting ties with any virus linking to your
I know how to be me
And can I perjure
In nine days I do you all Into the Further