Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

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

I say look into the
See what you look

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

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

The method of my madness could NEVER be
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 with

Rubber band flows that snap back in
Rap in they face, get motherfucker outta here
He way way way WAY too much
for the victory, 'til they sick of me

I never in the bickery or trickery
There's no con-FUSION, the FUSION
No il-LUSION, cause God them

Held high, in the sky
The eye leaves you mystified
once denied, soon openly obliged

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

But not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest
on a soapbox, dope on the block

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

Fought with the drugs, taught by the
Eye of a tiger, of a lion

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

Right they 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 to discuss
I close it up by this