Luyện nghe bài hát Sea Legs

Really off the lane with this shit
Man, print shit, I'm a misfit
Got a style from the guts of the most beast in the district
to the next gen system
Slow water drip to the temple to in a prison
the walls don't appear to your vision
One down from that mall's that prison
Where shower get all y'all missin'
me, I got half-wit vision
But fuck I know, I just crawled here,
me the baton, the rest a y'all batten the hatches
In fact, scram, I'm a bastard
On the lam in a blasting some rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
With my on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing
Let's this
See the truth from the is a fool-proof
Plan to be doomed while the damned do dances
So I move through the like an animal fooling a master
But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am at that shit
I don't only bite but I'm
Try to pet my fucking again and I'mma put
A tooth the flesh of the palm that you jack with
This city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got
Maybe should've never this path
Every time I get a to advance it's backwards
No to my very own actions
Get a couple drinks in the kid
I can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a chick that I
Oh god, I am one of mad men

not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops
I got sea legs, I got sea legs, I got sea

shit, I came for the jewels
I'm the killer of and fools
I'm the the season for treason starts this evening
And evening the odds ain't even
People praying to the gods but the gods even listening
matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
When death run in the distance there be no Mercy me's
There will be no reprieve for the
There will be no respect for The
No master mastered bones
idols all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols
Niggas will perish in Paris, niggas is but parrots
I for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parents
Is this real or dimension?
Am I trippin' in the kitchen?
Am I a victim of my
I feel my sanity
And I I like the freedom
Cannibal, animal, I eat 'em
Even in Dubai I smoke like legal
Bitch so exotic she rode on a
Made in America of the (Eagle)
Home of the (Anger), of the (Evil)
Do I do for the good of my people
my lane, smoke jane in a Regal

Trying not to walk crooked while this dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land and that water stops
I got sea legs, I got sea legs, I got sea