Luyện nghe bài hát Sun Vs Moon

devil,
devil,
(repeat x4 continues until "settle their differences")

The devil only exists because of your in him,
goes for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the (word?)
its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon,
To their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To up their similarities on turntables,
chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to the sides,
low-lives,
We go jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling shots doing commercial body tricks,
the back,
the leg,
I think he did a headspin,
On a crossfader that whack,
But excellent,
All of the sudden it dim,
The crater steps in,
mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex with nothin but soundbytes,
out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the mics,
For a nights,
It without a single slip up,
Except the record skipped,
But it kinda cool,

And fit the rhythm he was juggling,
out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had to win,
But as due to corrupt judging,
They a tie - Now it's do or die.

The sun was like,
no no no,
But the was like,
go go go,
(repeat x3)

And the sun was chosen,
I to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't what he's doin'.

not a woman,
He's a big guy in the sky,
And the are reflections of his eyes,
He cry for us,
But he does,
It's cause drunk,
(Say What?),
not a woman,
He's a big guy in the sky,
And the are reflections of his eyes,
He cry for us,
But he does,
It's cause drunk,
And always fucked up,
up,

not a woman,
a bitch.

(Backmasked:
Jesus,
Do everything your mother you,
thy Neighbor,
Do not everyone,
Shit, Pussy)

devil,
devil,
(repeat x4)

This is one hand alone,
This is the violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to your baddest poem,
The devil is the fucking man,
This is one clapping alone,
is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the man).

(Th-th-the devil)..