Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I don't shrug of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
I'm the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets in quotas X2

My sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret
'bout the world spins yet pledged allegiance and why?
His beaming smile a private agony that burns
And when the met divinity I sat to watch the merge
It goes pandemonium
mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid
Play sympathy card till the misery clash
And a basket case is in a classless matrix with stitches

Raggin a bag of lonely poem
Short of breath like you're of fresh
a portable mess
Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling art critics, orphans
Trying to dismiss those pioneering their
a spectacle
Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights on stilts talking
You the hand of God and I'm like
What are all these that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in
You got your life in a before you could say instant classic
Like the of the mountain requires a boost
I'll bury the hook in my just to volunteer at live aid clinics
For the thrill of 9 great with 18 bloody lips, spittin
Beanstalk, chalking outlines figures fly
uphill trying to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker
Service in the half of nature
See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated
Warmingly *piggy colony to comfort
Numb to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured
Till he define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

I don't shrug of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
I'm huggin the Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

Burn burn em
Stuck plumage out the poultry
Soaking in bulk on a sofa with upholstery
Dirty doc space medic
by the commoners for glowing
Psuedo * buy them beats till bloated*
Happy trail hitchhikers to spanning oblivion
with a thankless 9-5 chapter
You can your life after the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a days
I
Sandman hit up or shatter a day television run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass empty till their hand cramps
With a dance (?) and stand with a (?)
But I do
Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my
I mean attention's a must
You wanna be overlooked
but you don't wanna be looked over too much
One up for the hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats
and the angels who hit a bad note when harmonising
I'm an armour plated
I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the where the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new at the writers bench
Either you it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence
You me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss
Recognize your life is bait for bigger fish

I don't shrug of the ramifications of my shovel
the consequences of uprooting the jungle
I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the motives inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4

Encased inside the hung in quotas X2