Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

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

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

In a of super duper whores
The just want a little more
Little tycos do the bloody sex
a veteran's decor
And I'm cryin',

So, when I step in the frame
I pure BK
I grew up around the Krazy Kings
And inhaled hand spray
I'm cryin',

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

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

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

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

Pure savage established rock talk
Circa 93
Walked the road to infinity
With simile truant

When the wandering ration derails
I steal
Maybe, tread where the sidewalk
alive and hide tools

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll be your homie, bust through the
Lonely, all cast and homely
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante
Insert hurt in a

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

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

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

Move me little soldier bitty
cloak and dagger the city
We'll hope to magnificence
Till the pattern of quitting

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

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

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

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