Luyện nghe bài hát Shere Kahn

[Sample Sing-A-Song]
"You can come, I'll leap right
Any day you
605, Union 91"

I wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side effects
Consumed, in antisocial trenches drenched!
Gridled between dense pillars of polar lies
a grey so blueless got eye fiendin for the sky
Synthesized lies rise
Sittin inside solidified plastics who's latteral burns compatible
My firm's piloted, dodging a fire swiftly
Yellow stalker walking shifty
I am but a prototype metroid programmed to style
while you're in the stages of denial
Your petty soldiers seem fragile like sculptures
in aramatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
Plus I's the guise of rowin a
My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the

Swerve my alignment towards solitary and jade it
Stripping, color my passion

[Ann
You always seem a small grey cat to me
underneath the silvery moon
Paws curled beneath your
'til the sun came round just noon
And you greet me, purring in your doorway
Drawing up your tail my hips
And I would go to your wide open
waitin for my nourish to come from lips
And I you
And you it
enough
To let me
But I you
Cause lonely
And you how
To me

For the love of my personal practice I
where obstructive and societal withdrawl collides
fuel by the fury
Spun a ring my honor
but the took shelter in my horror
masquerade
Cast amongst the of biligerence
and blazing terror that the lock down off my placement
I stay special till the sky falls
Reverse the curse my fellow lost children disperse

Colville]
And footsteps leading down the pathway
never seem to be quite my own
Your mind is circles
it blinded me till I turned home
And you would watch me far in the
hands high above your head
I only leave the territory there's nothing left, to be said
And I you
And you it
Just
To let me
But I you
Cause you're
And you how
To me

[Sample from
"You can come, leap right over"

I make music and color to canvas
Swoop from the trees with potpourris and other bandits
randomly upon the valleys of the grimace
Saw my planted leaf stars burnin the oustide in
Meaning your lies thin
Salt prep the blades prior to five in my ever changin underworld
Serate a day to decorate a
That sting never fades like belly wounds from blades
Follow my portion, Im gonna swallow and spit the filter

(Sing-A-Song High Tone Voice)]
"You can come, I'll leap over
Any day you
605, Union 91"