Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Fell late, Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do
air strange, sticky lungs
Mayor Doomberg gives no
And I'm cryin',

out with a fiendish ring
Broken into
thing's exactly how it seems
And it seem
That I am cryin',

In a of super duper whores
The kids want a little more
Little do the bloody mind sex
With a veteran's
And I'm cryin',

So, when I in the stop frame
I pure BK
'Cause I grew up around the Kings
And inhaled second hand
I'm cryin',

Where the walls talk defiances
And were made
With a fugitive dash class
To harass the of fame
Cryin',

And the goons that I collude
On this rude shit way
And will break a crab in public
Just to manipulate pain
Cryin',

Why should I be
When God is so clearly dusted out his
With cherubs a bundle
Trying to remember why he tried

here it's 30 percent every year
To fund the end
But I'm on Atlantic Ave
Trying to cop the instead

Pure savage established rock talk
93 proof
Walked the high road to
With simile truant

When the ration line derails
I food
Maybe, tread where the hawks
Look alive and hide

On a bed someone else made
Trying to for the next boot
it dropped you took
Prime-time off mute

Old say, "Time to build"
But demolition pays loot
Rip patch from your Hazmat
past with an odd bop

El Producto sort of
They say he at you, long range
he's lookin' past us all
With his yard gaze
Cryin',

And he how MCs
Became contorted with own lies
And went battle rap to gun talk
Like we ain't the change, yeah right

It's the city I broke in
The velor township
Where they lost the rock box
And forgot how shit was
Cryin',

And all see me twisted
They don't get my existence
An actual B boy
smack you out your mittens
Cryin',

Now, I feel that owe me dap
For actual raps
not a construct for the radio
On that plasticine

I'll be your homie, bust through the
Lonely, all cast aside and
Wildly pour chrome heat of words
Insert in a dome-piece

And the of all I have is yours, now
Surrendered nice and
As a tot on a block of bricks
And double dutched the zombies

I'll rip your squad in
But a cock and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
I built the bag cats will drown in
When the water's rust

And the thought that I had
In the back of the bus
Was of a Oklahoma flair
Through kiddy flesh to dust

Move me little soldier bitty
We'll and dagger the city
We'll hope to stagger
Till the pattern of blasphemy's

And I keep my meaning deep
So, y'all creepers give me privacy
ask for something literal
From a of secret society

There's a to be filled
You fuckin' assholes, keep eye on me
But save your advice
'Cause all my life everyones to me
And I'm

Fell asleep late, Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do
City air strange, lungs
Mayor Doomberg no funds
And I'm cryin',

Call out with a fiendish
Broken smithereens
thing's exactly how it seems
And it seem
That I am cryin',