Luyện nghe bài hát Sea Legs

Really fell off the with this shit
Man, print this shit, I'm a
Got a style from the of the most irrational beast in the district
to the next gen system
Slow water drip to the temple to live in a
When the walls don't appear to vision
One down from that mall's that prison
Where shower stalls get all missin'
Pardon me, I got half-wit
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 hatchback some rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
With my feet on the wheel and my through the moon roof laughing
Let's this
See the from the womb is a fool-proof
Plan to be doomed while the damned do they
So I through the room like 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 bite but I'm rabid
Try to pet my head again and I'mma put
A through the flesh of the palm that you jack with
This city just screams magic, and the threat to my heart got traction
should've never started this path
Every time I get a chance to advance backwards
No thanks to my very own
Get a good 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 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 of kings and fools
I'm the reason the season for treason this evening
And this evening the odds ain't
People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even
Don't matter if Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
When death run in the distance will be no Mercy me's
There will be no reprieve for the
There will be no respect for The
No mastered these bones
idols all are my rivals
I rival all of your
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your
Niggas will in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrots
I write for the writers write for the liars that impress you and your parents
Is this real or dimension?
Am I trippin' here in the
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 like it's
Bitch so exotic she on a zebra
Made in America of the (Eagle)
of the (Anger), home 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 anchor's
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