Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I shrug 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 inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

My kitchen leaks like your itching to speak a secret
'bout the world spins yet nobody's allegiance and why?
His smile knew a private agony that 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 till the misery clash
And a case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches

a bag of lonely poem remnants
Short of breath you're short of fresh
You're a portable
spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans
Trying to those pioneering their fortunes
You're a
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 patrol until they and let them in
You got your life in a basket you could say instant classic
Like the king of the mountain requires a
I'll the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics
For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 lips, spittin
Beanstalk, chalking before figures fly
Walking uphill to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board
Service in the greater half of
See money go wild shook when the exploitation lovely
Warmingly *piggy colony to comfort
Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even
Till he wont his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

I don't shrug of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
I'm huggin the Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
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 stellar space
Stoned by the commoners for
bloaters * buy them beats till bloated*
Happy trail hitchhikers guide to oblivion
Complete with a thankless 9-5
You can your life after the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin with system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a days
I
Sandman hit up or shatter a day when run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially till their hand cramps
With a dance (?) and stand with a (?)
But I do
Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the before the machine ate my quarter
I absorbing attention's a must
You don't wanna be
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked too much
One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who boats
and the angels who hit a bad note when harmonising
I'm an armour farmer
I'm an archer rising a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads new names at the writers bench
Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the
You me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss
your life is merely bait for bigger fish

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

Encased the gauntlets hung in quotas X2