Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the of uprooting the jungle
I'm huggin the 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 a secret
'bout the world spins yet pledged allegiance and why?
His beaming smile knew a private agony burns
And when the children met divinity I sat to the merge
It pandemonium live
Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your summin vivid
Play your sympathy card 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 short of
You're a portable
Carpetbagger tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans
Trying to dismiss pioneering their fortunes
a spectacle
Pushin for lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking
You the hand of God and I'm like
What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border until they fold and let them in
You got your in a basket before you could say instant classic
Like the king of the mountain a boost
I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid
For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips,
Beanstalk, chalking before figures fly
Walking trying to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board
Service in the half of nature
See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated
*piggy leader* colony to comfort
Numb to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured
Till he wont define his TOURNIQUET STILL

I don't shrug 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 encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

burn em mostly
Stuck plumage out the poultry
Soaking in on a sofa with ductape upholstery
Dirty doc space medic
by the commoners for glowing
Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats bloated*
Happy trail hitchhikers to spanning oblivion
Complete with a thankless 9-5
You can sign your life 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 when television run over baboon heart
Sketching a glass partially till their hand cramps
With a iceman dance (?) and stand a (?)
But I do
yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter
I mean absorbing attention's a
You wanna be overlooked
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked too much
One up for the dashed of fifty fishermen who crashed boats
and the angels who never hit a bad note harmonising
I'm an armour plated
I'm an archer with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new at the writers bench
you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence
You make me chuckle child, it's hells now, miss
Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger

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

Encased the gauntlets hung in quotas X2