Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I don't instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of 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

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

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

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

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

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

Encased inside the gauntlets in quotas X2