Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Fell late, Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do
City air strange, sticky
Mayor 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'

In a world of super duper
The kids just want a more
tycos do the bloody mind sex
With a veteran's
And I'm cryin',

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

the walls talk your defiances
And alliances made
With a fugitive dash after
To harass the gods of
Cryin',

And the goons that I collude
On this shit same way
And will a crab down in public
to manipulate their pain
Cryin',

Why should I be
When God is so clearly dusted out his
cherubs 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
Trying to cop the bootleg

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

the wandering ration line derails
I food
Maybe, tread where the hawks
Look and hide tools

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

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

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

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

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

And critics all see me
They get my whole 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 the Dolby
Lonely, all aside and homely
pour chrome heat of vigilante words
Insert hurt in a

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

I'll rip your squad in
But a cock ring and pair of dunks
I the bag that cats will drown in
the water's colored rust

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

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

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

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

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

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