Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

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

Call out a fiendish ring
into smithereens
Every thing's 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
With a veteran's
And I'm cryin',

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

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

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

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

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

Pure savage established hard talk
Circa 93
the high road to infinity
With truant moves

When the ration line derails
I steal
Maybe, tread the sidewalk hawks
Look and hide tools

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, I that motherfuckers owe me dap
For actual raps
That's not a construct for the
On that path

be your homie, bust through the Dolby
Lonely, all cast aside and
Wildly pour chrome heat of words
Insert hurt in a

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

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

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

And I my meaning tucked deep
So, y'all creepers give me some
ask for something literal
From a child of society

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

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

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