Luyện nghe bài hát Sea Legs

Really fell off the lane 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 to the temple to live in a prison
When the walls don't appear to your
One floor down from that that prison
Where shower stalls get all y'all
Pardon me, I got vision
But fuck I know, I 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 some rap shit, not to slam into traffic
With my feet on the wheel and my hands through the roof laughing
crash this
See the from the womb is a fool-proof
Plan to be doomed while the do they dances
So I move through the room like an animal fooling a
But I don't got love for the hand the food, matter fact I am drooling at that shit
I only bite but I'm rabid
Try to pet my fucking head again and put
A tooth the flesh of the palm that you jack with
city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction
Maybe should've started this path
Every time I get a chance to advance backwards
No thanks to my own actions
Get a couple good in the kid
I can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a that 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 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 kings and
I'm the reason the season for treason starts evening
And evening the odds ain't even
People to the gods but the gods ain't 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 for the thieves
There be no respect for The Thrones
No master these bones
idols all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all idols
Niggas will perish in Paris, is nothing but parrots
I write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your
Is this real or another
Am I trippin' in the kitchen?
Am I a of my convictions?
I feel my sanity
And I I like the freedom
Cannibal, animal, I eat 'em
Even in I smoke like it's legal
Bitch so exotic she on a zebra
Made in home of the (Eagle)
Home of the (Anger), of the (Evil)
Do what I do for the good of my
Holding my lane, smoke jane in a

Trying not to walk crooked while anchor's dropped
But I out on them 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