Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshine In A Bag

Yo, yo, yo

'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz the mist
Lyricist and my be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes a time that's never existed
My futuristic linguistics turn fools statistics
I'm a lyrical with a sadistic characteristics

I perform murderous acts on my tracks a single breath
And if a boy want the test, then I be stampin' his chest
makin' a mess
Not a man conceive the weed I'm consumin'
And I transform my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human

I spit words from my mouth be turnin' you inside out
And I tie knots in intestines just I'm a boy scout
That's 'em out
Now rearrangin' your whole structure
Then I find some Nine Inch Nails to some acupuncture

When I punch ya, I rupture all of your ribcage in a
And I turn you into a cartoon too then erase the
I take you to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone
Get Dino to a machinos and then force you to live home

take off like a jet pack better get back, rather step back
I'ma make the crowd react and nod heads until they neck snap
Life can raps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
And leave your head in a spin like staring at turn skid mats

I'm a lion, big cat
This is talk, not big chat
Did ya get that? 'Cause I ain't no small
I rhyme on big

Now feel the I create, this heavyweight
I'm about to detonate and
How I generate lyrics that levitate

To the top, my escalate
Accelerate and you panickin'
Take the ground from beneath your
you Skywalkin' like Anakin

I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic
My style is totally buck wild and most happenin'
To your brains I be tappin' in, to I be hackin' in
To me, I be out of this world aliens who were time travelin'

I'm dabblin' in the of Fury technique when I speak
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from
Concrete, concrete, concrete, w-w-well, well,

I've been stoned since the days of creation, I've been red
I'm a mad dred, so much havoc in Russel's head
My lyricism is just like an aneurysm his brain
He the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain

I could be a racist because I possess so many faces
I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of
With lines than laces, I'm gracin' you with my presence
The lyrics went flippin', makin' ya bubble like

I pulverize and bamboozle, shake skulls like a boodle
I the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle
I'm as animated as Japanese animes calamities
Some serious from my roarous rhymes of reality

At the of sound, I'm wanderin' around
The clown done tried to us without tenacities or audacity
Don't you ever thought you could us
Beat us, beat us, us