Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's
I had the incredible butter softness of his long fingers.
How felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
at a "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes visible as he,
A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES!
"Look into the light this time."

I say into the light
See you look like

I scribble on a clean surface, the and worthless {*echoes*

It's life, at the tunnel of the point of {*echoes*
Aiyyo got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes*
Make way, and for the melee {*echoes*

The method of my madness NEVER be known
The magic of Aceyalone
Don't, try to set home or off of the
Because wigs are known to be

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

band flows that snap back in place
Rap in they face, get this outta here
He talks way way way WAY too
Spit for the victory, 'til they of me

I never wallow in the bickery or
There's no con-FUSION, just the
No il-LUSION, cause God rule

Held high, in the sky
The artistic eye leaves you
You're once denied, openly obliged

They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you bout
Well let me guess, you come fi

But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the

Choke on your tongue, from the gun
Broke in the middle, I you're havin fun
HIGH post, high dose, high
through the lungs, spirit of the young
Salt on the slug, with the plug

Fought with the drugs, by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, head of a

Walkin the interior of Siberia
Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite

Right where had to stop, we continue
the worst, ink into the verse
Sink the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too much to
I close it up by this