Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of the jungle
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 kitchen leaks like your itching to speak a secret
'bout the spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why?
His beaming smile knew a private agony burns
And when the met divinity I sat to watch the merge
It goes live
Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while playin summin vivid
Play your card till the misery clash
And a basket case is in a classless with elastic stitches

Raggin a bag of poem remnants
Short of breath you're short of fresh
You're a portable
Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling art critics, orphans
Trying to dismiss pioneering their fortunes
You're a
Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on 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 fold and let them in
You got your life in a basket before you say instant classic
the king of the mountain requires a boost
I'll the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics
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 *artistry* board breaker
Service in the greater of nature
See money go shook when the exploitation incubated lovely
*piggy leader* colony to comfort
Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even
he wont define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

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

Burn burn em
Stuck unplucking out the poultry
Soaking in bulk on a sofa ductape upholstery
Dirty doc space medic
by the commoners for glowing
Psuedo bloaters * buy them till bloated*
Happy hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion
with a thankless 9-5 chapter
You can sign your life after the
Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a days
I
hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially empty 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 ate my quarter
I mean attention's a must
You don't be overlooked
Yeah but you wanna be looked over too much
One up for the dashed of fifty fishermen who crashed boats
and the angels who never hit a bad note when
I'm an plated farmer
I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new names at the writers
Either you drink it or sink it, coz there no sitting on the fence
You make me chuckle child, hells kitchen now, miss
Recognize your is merely bait for bigger fish

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

Encased inside the hung in quotas X2