Luyện nghe bài hát Shere Kahn

[Sample from
"You can come, I'll leap right
Any day you
605, Union 91"

I forever wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side
Consumed, cocooned in antisocial drenched!
between dense pillars of polar value lies
a grey so blueless got eye fiendin for the sky
Synthesized lies synthetic
Sittin inside solidified plastics who's latteral burns compatible
My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire
brick stalker walking shifty
I am but a prototype metroid to holocaust style
while you're soakin in the of denial
Your petty soldiers seem fragile like Jaquemetti
in aramatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
Plus I's the guise of a soul
My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the

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

[Ann
You always seem a small grey cat to me
Sleepin underneath the silvery
Paws curled beneath your
'til the sun came round just around
And you would greet me, in your doorway
Drawing up your around my hips
And I would go to your wide open
waitin for my nourish to from your 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 practice I reside
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 blew the lock down off my
I special agent till the sky falls
Reverse the curse till my fellow lost disperse

Colville]
And footsteps leading down the pathway
never to be quite like my own
Your is smokey circles
it blinded me I turned towards home
And you would watch me far in the
hands held high above 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, I'll right over"

I make music and connect color to
down from the trees with potpourris and other bandits
Landed randomly upon the valleys of the
Saw my planted leaf stars burnin the oustide in
your clout lies thin
Salt prep the blades prior to five in my ever changin underworld
a day to decorate a traitor
That sting never fades like belly from sling blades
Follow my portion, Im swallow distortion and spit the filter

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