Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

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
into smithereens
Every thing's how it seems
And it would
I am cryin', cryin'

In a world of duper whores
The kids just a little more
Little tycos do the mind sex
a veteran's decor
And I'm cryin',

So, when I in the stop frame
I became BK
'Cause I grew up around the Krazy
And inhaled second spray
I'm cryin',

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

And the goons that I with
On this shit same way
And will break a crab in public
Just to manipulate their
Cryin',

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

Down here it's 30 percent year
To fund the end
But I'm broke on Ave
Trying to cop the bootleg

savage established hard rock talk
Circa 93
the high road to infinity
With truant moves

When the wandering ration line
I food
Maybe, tread where the hawks
alive and hide tools

On a bed that someone else
Trying to for the next boot
When it you took
Prime-time Hellemundo off

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

El sort of strange
They say he stares at you, long
Perhaps he's past us all
his thousand yard gaze
Cryin',

And he how MCs
Became with their own lies
And went from rap to gun talk
we ain't notice the change, yeah right

It's the I broke down in
The velor couture
Where lost the rock box batteries
And how shit was founded
Cryin',

And critics all see me
They don't get my existence
An B boy brainiac
Who'll smack you out your
Cryin',

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

I'll be your homie, bust the Dolby
Lonely, all cast and homely
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante
hurt in a dome-piece

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

I'll rip your in nothing
But a cock and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
I the bag that cats will drown in
the water's colored rust

And the last that I had
In the of the little bus
Was of a Oklahoma city
Through kiddy flesh fade to

Move with me little soldier
We'll cloak and dagger the
We'll hope to magnificence
the pattern of blasphemy's quitting

And I keep my meaning deep
So, y'all give me some privacy
Don't ask for literal
a child of secret society

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

asleep late, Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do
City air strange, sticky
Mayor gives no funds
And I'm cryin',

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