Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I don't shrug instead of the of my shovel
Lovin the 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 X2

My kitchen leaks like your itching to speak a secret
'bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged and why?
His beaming smile knew a agony that burns
And when the children met divinity I sat to the merge
It goes live
Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while playin summin vivid
Play your sympathy card the misery clash
And a basket case is in a classless matrix with stitches

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

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

Burn burn em
Stuck unplucking plumage out the
Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape
Dirty doc stellar medic
Stoned by the for glowing
bloaters * buy them beats till bloated*
Happy trail guide to spanning oblivion
Complete with a thankless 9-5
You can your life after the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a breath
I
Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially empty till hand cramps
a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?)
But I do
Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game the machine ate my quarter
I absorbing attention's a must
You don't be overlooked
Yeah but you wanna be looked over too much
One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed
and the angels who never hit a bad note harmonising
I'm an plated 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 drink it or sink it, coz ain't no sitting on the fence
You make me child, it's hells kitchen now, miss
Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger

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

Encased inside the gauntlets hung in X2