Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

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

My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a
'bout the world yet nobody's 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
Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while playin summin vivid
Play your sympathy till the misery clash
And a case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches

Raggin a bag of poem remnants
Short of breath like you're of fresh
You're a portable
Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling art critics, orphans
Trying to those pioneering their fortunes
You're a
Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on talking
You the hand of God and I'm like
What are all these evils 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 belly just to volunteer at live aid
For the of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin
Beanstalk, chalking before figures fly
Walking trying to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the circuit board breaker
Service in the greater half of
See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated
Warmingly leader* colony to comfort
enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured
Till he wont define his TOURNIQUET STILL

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

Burn em mostly
Stuck unplucking plumage out the
Soaking in on a sofa with ductape upholstery
Dirty doc stellar medic
Stoned by the for glowing
Psuedo bloaters * buy them till bloated*
Happy trail guide to spanning oblivion
Complete a thankless 9-5 chapter
You can sign your after the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a breath
I
hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand
a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?)
But I do
Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the ate my quarter
I absorbing attention's a must
You don't wanna be
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too
One up for the dashed hopes of fishermen who crashed boats
and the who never hit a bad note when harmonising
I'm an armour farmer
I'm an archer rising with a bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new names at the writers
Either you it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence
You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now,
Recognize your life is merely for bigger fish

I don't shrug instead of the of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of the jungle
I'm huggin the cyclo stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets in quotas X4

Encased inside the gauntlets in quotas X2