Luyện nghe bài hát Sun Vs Moon

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

The devil only exists because of belief in him,
Same for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll a cockfight at noon,
To their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up similarities on turntables,
That chicken proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to the sides,
low-lives,
We go blind 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 sounded whack,
But excellent,
All of the it gets dim,
The crater steps in,
Puts drumbreaks on the Technics,
like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure merit,
Composing complex with nothin but soundbytes,
out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the mics,
For a nights,
It continued a single slip up,
Except once the skipped,
But it sounded cool,

And fit the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had to win,
But as due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie - Now 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 know he's doin'.

not a woman,
He's a big guy in the sky,
And the deserts are of his eyes,
He cry for us,
But he does,
cause he's 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 he's drunk,
And he's fucked up,
up,

not a woman,
a bitch.

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

devil,
devil,
(repeat x4)

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

(Th-th-the devil)..