Luyện nghe bài hát Shere Kahn

[Sample from
"You can come, leap right over
Any day you
System 605, 91"

I forever wallow in glitches distributed by side effects
Consumed, cocooned in trenches drenched!
Gridled between pillars of polar value lies
a grey so it's got eye fiendin for the sky
Synthesized lies synthetic
Sittin inside solidified plastics who's latteral burns compatible
My firm's piloted, dodging a fire swiftly
Yellow brick walking shifty
I am but a prototype programmed to holocaust style
while soakin in the stages of denial
Your petty soldiers seem fragile Jaquemetti sculptures
in aramatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
Plus I's the of rowin a soul
My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the

Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and it
Stripping, my passion mitigated

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

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

[Ann
And your footsteps down the pathway
never seem to be quite my own
Your mind is smokey
it me till I turned towards home
And you would me far in the distance
hands held high above head
I only leave the territory where nothing left, to be said
And I you
And you it
enough
To let me
But I you
you're lonely
And you how
To me

from Sing-A-Song]
"You can come, I'll right over"

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

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