Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

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

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

Raggin a bag of lonely remnants
Short of like you're short of fresh
You're a mess
Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling art critics, orphans
to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes
You're a
Pushin for pedagogue lacin up weights walkin on stilts talking
You touched the hand of God and I'm
What are all these that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in
You got life in a basket before 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 before figures fly
Walking uphill trying to get
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch the *artistry* circuit board breaker
in the greater half of nature
See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated
Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to
Numb enough to deny the sin and evil needles even punctured
Till he define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

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

Burn em mostly
Stuck unplucking plumage out the
Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape
Dirty doc stellar medic
Stoned by the for glowing
Psuedo bloaters * buy them till bloated*
Happy trail hitchhikers to spanning oblivion
with a thankless 9-5 chapter
You can your life after the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a breath
I
Sandman hit up or shatter a day television run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially till their hand cramps
a iceman dance (?) 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 attention's a must
You wanna be overlooked
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too
One up for the dashed of fifty fishermen who crashed boats
and the angels who hit a bad note when harmonising
I'm an armour farmer
I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye and argues
Dense, like new names at the writers bench
Either you drink it or sink it, coz ain't no sitting on the fence
You make me chuckle child, it's kitchen now, miss
Recognize life is merely bait for bigger fish

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 inside the gauntlets in quotas X4

Encased the gauntlets hung in quotas X2