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 smithereens
Every thing's how it seems
And it seem
That I am cryin',

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

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

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

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

Why I be sober
When God is so clearly dusted out his
With puffin' a bundle
Trying to why he even tried

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

Pure established hard rock talk
Circa 93
Walked the high road to
With truant moves

the wandering ration line derails
I steal
Maybe, tread the sidewalk hawks
alive and hide tools

On a bed that else made
to wait for the next boot
When it you took
Prime-time off mute

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

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

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

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

And all see me twisted
They get my whole existence
An B boy brainiac
Who'll smack you out your
Cryin',

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

I'll be your homie, through the Dolby
Lonely, all cast aside and
Wildly pour chrome of vigilante words
Insert hurt in a

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

rip your squad in nothing
But a cock ring and of PuertoRoc dunks
I built the bag cats will drown in
When the colored rust

And the thought that I had
In the of the little bus
Was of a Oklahoma flair
Through flesh fade to dust

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

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

a position to be filled
You fuckin' assholes, your eye on me
But save precious advice
'Cause all my life everyones to me
And I'm

Fell late, Neon 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 exactly how it seems
And it would
That I am cryin',