Luyện nghe bài hát Sea Legs

Really fell off the lane this shit
Man, this shit, I'm a misfit
Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the
Born to the next gen
Slow water drip to the to live in a prison
When the walls appear to your vision
One floor from that mall's that prison
Where stalls get all y'all missin'
Pardon me, I got vision
But I know, I just crawled here, cap'n
Pass me the baton, the rest a batten the hatches
In fact, scram, I'm a bastard
On the lam in a hatchback blasting rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
With my feet on the wheel and my hands the moon roof laughing
crash this
See the truth from the womb is a
Plan to be doomed while the damned do dances
So I move through the room like an animal fooling a
But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am drooling at shit
I don't only but I'm rabid
Try to pet my fucking head and I'mma put
A tooth the flesh of the palm that you jack with
This city just screams black magic, and the to my heart got traction
Maybe should've never started this
Every time I get a chance to advance 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 I shouldn't
Oh god, I am one of mad men

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

shit, I came for the jewels
I'm the killer of kings and
I'm the reason the season for treason starts evening
And this evening the ain't even
People to the gods but the gods ain't even listening
Don't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew,
When death run in the distance there will be no Mercy
There be no reprieve for the thieves
There will be no respect for The
No master mastered these
Your all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all idols
will perish in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrots
I write for the writers that write for the that impress you and your parents
Is this real or dimension?
Am I here in the kitchen?
Am I a of my convictions?
I feel my slippin'
And I I like the freedom
Cannibal, animal, I eat 'em
Even in Dubai I smoke it's legal
Bitch so she rode on a zebra
Made in America of the (Eagle)
of the (Anger), home of the (Evil)
Do what I do for the good of my
Holding my lane, smoke in a Regal

Trying not to walk crooked while 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