Luyện nghe bài hát Sea Legs

Really fell off the lane this shit
Man, print this shit, I'm a
Got a style from the guts of the irrational beast in the district
Born to the next gen
Slow water drip to the to live in a prison
When the don't appear to your vision
One floor down from that that prison
shower 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 some rap shit, trying not to 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 the damned do they dances
So I move through the room like an animal a master
But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am at that shit
I only bite 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 just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction
Maybe should've never started this
Every I get a chance to advance it's backwards
No to my very own actions
Get a couple good 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 that water
I got sea legs, I got sea legs, I got sea

Real shit, I for the jewels
I'm the killer of kings and
I'm the reason the season for treason this evening
And this the odds ain't even
People to the gods but the gods ain't even listening
Don't matter if Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
When death run in the distance will be no Mercy me's
There be no reprieve for the thieves
There will be no for The Thrones
No mastered these bones
idols all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle all your idols
Niggas will perish in Paris, niggas is 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' here in the
Am I a victim of my
I feel my slippin'
And I think I like the
Cannibal, animal, I eat 'em
Even in Dubai I smoke like it's
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 jane in a

Trying not to walk while this anchor's dropped
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