Luyện nghe bài hát Silly Puddy

Zion I
Lord gimme what I gimme what I need.
Gimme I need gimme what I
need. Lord gimme I need gimme what I need.

I]
Dear you show me the best of times
You me the worst of times
Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin'
And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I
And I watch my people while vultures steady feed
We proceed the mic bless
in your likeness
More than vipers
spirit snipers
us
We'll be candles in the
like Noah's Ark
I was destined for part
In the scheme of
We kings and queens chicken wings
But greasy tips can't hold the cepters so it slips
Now equip to come up on a grip
Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the
And I'm locked and loaded missiles set to launch
Eliminated they gettin' bombed in the trunk
Cause we 'em chunk in the trunk
They gettin' in the trunk

[The
What can I learn from living
What can you learn what I write?
I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly
Who me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust
So I spend my day what...sounds?
Cosmo bound to rap into the break of
so they can and know it's on
If the flow is I'm smart
If stupid it's not art
Marks are made so ways
You can spin the tires, a sack for everybody dazed
A chapter is what you're

Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie I need
Grouch: To help trace my tracks
I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To and face the facts
Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
lead them not astray
Zion I: what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To say I got to say

Now you can faze me your laughter your smiles or your pain
I feel your trials when I'm down and out or winning at the
No one to claim yet the masses are perplexed
Cause by life we're so impressed, we all we had a next
And no matter how much I complain
couldn't place no blame
I'll just try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim
I and got the flame
To and knock and sock the same
Got to use the
So I can lose the

I]
See you my guru leader
So I don't need to no heater
syrup you make this sweeter
This ballad is beemer
I'm tryin' to myself
Look at reflections of else
Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your
You make the turn
You make the burn
You the wind breeze
The sinner to his knees
Now that's some
And I speak my words
As far as I
Yo we all got some of God's

I]
Let me crack my seal don't rush
Microphone's gotta get
I thrush the force of a rocket booster
This ain't you're use to
Now we gonna fly high singin this la la la
If you don't believe in yourself you to try
Ain't nobody said this life is
a test
Is you do your best?
Hide in the of flesh?
You got to stay
if you stop you stagnated
Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a
I can and I will
Set these to sail
But will what I really feel pay the bill is ill
I stare off in the
Rhymin' with
Cause rhymin' is a
Will anybody

Grouch]
Now if you put me any time of need
I'm sure call for help indeed
Daily I silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed
Heightened by the and forth reciprocation
rather unexplained I maintain relations
In lay it's a vibe I felt
Dja vu inside
I it verbally
Made sure all them have heard of me
Believe I'm connected
Not a prophet who's resurrected
Trust and I it
I bust it's higher effects to match your spects
Of my blue prints and the true of these words
God he lives within, all of this heard
word (every word)