Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why I be sober
God is so clearly dusted out his mind
With cherubs puffin' a
Trying to remember why he even

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
Circa 93
Walked the road to infinity
With simile moves

When the wandering ration derails
I steal
Maybe, tread the sidewalk hawks
Look alive and tools

On a bed someone else made
Trying to wait for the next
When it you took
Hellemundo off mute

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

El Producto of strange
say he stares at you, long range
Perhaps he's lookin' us all
his thousand yard gaze
Cryin',

And he how MCs
contorted with their own lies
And went battle rap to gun talk
Like we notice the change, yeah right

It's the city I down in
The velor township
they lost the rock box batteries
And forgot how was founded
Cryin',

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

Now, I feel that owe me dap
For contributing actual
That's not a for the radio
On that path

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Call out a fiendish ring
into smithereens
Every exactly how it seems
And it seem
That I am cryin',