Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They to fire up like North Korean missiles
Through the bone
But none they hit you in this world of cloned tissue
Wrek is high grade, bap
Taken from the
That boy got them lyrics please make sure that you do him down
do not approve of my bars they do humble g's
Everybody honeyed up, I'm allergic to mumble
But i keep it the illusion is so jumbled these
have got me underrated
I've been up since back when Charlie won that golden ticket
Rubbing charm scars, it ain't hard to overthink it
But I love life
I'm through the zombies
I love this game so much I live inside it Jumanji
Now is that an older reference, or has it now modernized?
Reboots and remakes subdue of the common minds
Underneath we can find a world to colonize
These vices and these devices shorten modern (huh)
I grind like I ain't had an
They say that they grind, but check the time they working half the
Said they were monsters, colossal like a hand grenade
But they as hard as an Anne Hathaway
This planet's baking armageddon, but the Donald
We are in a nation of
the pain and you can just forget the day it set in
The paper screams we are fucked but no one reads the
Whats the plot and prognosis cirrosis
Super cal Wrek be a la dope shit
up these wannabe emcees up above me
Who standing on my bars to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run I was a hushpuppy
Gaining things grind nah I never was lucky
up the wreking crew to stand against the fluffies
And try to keep my day ones from into bucky's
What you think is, a life of leisure and some fuckin' game?
That us just inside the lines that keep us up and sane
I've seen people living in the streets and stuck in pain
And don't know to think if they might be the to blame
This world has turned my heart colder the Himalayas
But I like I need to mobilize like demonstrators
And if I move now I think they'll dim the faders
And turn it down so no one can attempt to save us
I will not be the sucker in motherfuckers favor
And turn a blind eye while they out and buck my neighbor
This movement is independent, but the stakes are of major
And it requires work, but we never did the labor
Got fam who laced up so I guess this one is a
I'm 'bout to so if you need me hit the pager
I got no time in my mind to become savior
But come out at night and play if that's your flavor
My flavors cake and tonic, they favor hate and
They could just pay the homage or, for Reaganomics
I blades and onyx and work for pay from sonnets
This data it mnemonic and ultra in chronic
So we to the fourth degree
Cause if it ain't brute force it ain't force to me
I'm feelin' this head to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This music is fuckin' me like birds and bees
But I still love her though, I do that she needs
And tell my friends I must have fell so just excuse me
This thing is or death, mics are checked through the leads
And galleries hate on you cause you let the groove
But I will never make excuses for my service, or apologize for the art Com's Electric Circus
I will be the truth my roots to the surface
And keep it in the dungeon makin' nervous

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