Luyện nghe bài hát Sun Vs Moon

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

The only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll a cockfight at noon,
To settle differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up similarities on turntables,
That 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 blind off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots commercial body tricks,
the back,
the leg,
I he even did a headspin,
On a crossfader that whack,
But excellent,
All of the sudden it dim,
The face steps in,
Puts mexican on the Technics,
like "Let's begin",
He conducted an so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with but soundbytes,
out the lights,
Made MCs too conscious quit the master mics,
For a nights,
It without a single slip up,
Except once the skipped,
But it kinda cool,

And fit the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western spinning,
It is that he had come to win,
But as always due to 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 what 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,
cause he's drunk,
And he's always up,
up,

not a woman,
a bitch.

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

devil,
devil,
(repeat x4)

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

(Th-th-the devil)..