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 irrational beast in the district
Born to the gen system
Slow water drip to the temple to in a prison
When the walls don't appear to vision
One floor down from that mall's that
Where stalls get all y'all missin'
Pardon me, I got half-wit
But I know, I just crawled here, cap'n
Pass me the baton, the rest a y'all the hatches
In fact, better scram, I'm a
On the lam in a hatchback blasting rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing
Let's crash
See the truth from the is a fool-proof
Plan to be doomed while the do they dances
So I move through the room an animal fooling a master
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 head again and I'mma put
A tooth through the flesh of the palm you jack with
This city just black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction
Maybe should've never started this
Every time I get a to advance it's backwards
No thanks to my very own
Get a good drinks in the kid
I can flip on a friend, take a drug, a chick that I shouldn't
Oh god, I am one of mad men

Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's
But I been out on them choppy waves and 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 of kings and fools
I'm the reason the season for starts this evening
And this evening the odds ain't
People praying to the gods but the gods even listening
Don't if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
death run in the distance there will be no Mercy me's
There will be no for the thieves
There will be no respect for The
No master these bones
idols all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on towers Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols
Niggas 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 another
Am I here in the kitchen?
Am I a of my convictions?
I feel my sanity
And I think I like the
Cannibal, animal, I eat 'em
Even in I smoke like it's legal
Bitch so she rode on a zebra
in America home of the (Eagle)
Home of the (Anger), of the (Evil)
Do I do for the good of my people
Holding my lane, smoke in a Regal

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