Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

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

Call out with a ring
Broken into
Every exactly how it seems
And it seem
I am cryin', cryin'

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

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

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

And the goons that I with
On this rude same way
And break a crab down in public
to manipulate their pain
Cryin',

Why should I be
When God is so clearly out his mind
With puffin' a bundle
Trying to remember why he even

Down here 30 percent every year
To fund the end
But I'm broke on Ave
to cop the bootleg instead

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

When the wandering ration line
I food
Maybe, tread where the sidewalk
Look and hide tools

On a bed that else made
Trying to wait for the boot
When it dropped you
Hellemundo off mute

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

El sort of strange
They say he stares at you, range
Perhaps lookin' past us all
With his thousand gaze
Cryin',

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

the city I broke down in
The couture township
Where they lost the box batteries
And forgot how shit was
Cryin',

And critics all see me
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 the Dolby
Lonely, all aside and homely
Wildly pour heat of vigilante words
hurt in a dome-piece

And the last of all I is yours, now
nice and calmly
As a tot played on a of bricks
And dutched with the zombies

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

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

Move with me little bitty
cloak and dagger the city
We'll hope to stagger
Till the of blasphemy's quitting

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

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

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

Call out with a ring
Broken smithereens
Every thing's how it seems
And it seem
I am cryin', cryin'