Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

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

I say look the light
See you look like

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

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

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

And a, fan is to be hit with shit

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

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

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

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

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

on your tongue, smoke from the gun
Broke in the middle, I hope you're fun
HIGH post, dose, high strung
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the
Salt on the slug, with the plug

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

Walkin through the interior of
away at the rock, or a dynamite block

Right where had to stop, we continue
Think the worst, ink into the
Sink into the earth, die by the end of the
What a rush, too to discuss
I it up by sayin this