Luyện nghe bài hát Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes

is madness!
This is an (echo)
As a matter of fact, is outrageous

Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon
Rough rider, raw bust a vagina
Like I kids, my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city while I'm unconscious, baby go on
some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy
there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his
Then I don't why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who do shit but consume light
Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do you like"
Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of
But all big words ain't gonna get you paid
And abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
You got it made in that mad
What the you got to be sad about?
Go ahead a rap now, do you do best, I mean
That's what you do best, fact motherfucker
You vest, you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and girl live in a duplex
I'm a put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the west
You got a clue, what does a get?

My milk & honey, my Cherie-Cherie
My in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the send the scarecrow
And the lion the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where she them in the foreplay
that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
When he was by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the world's in color, still,
How Auntie Em was of kin and not her mother
Real, her face was
I suspected she migrated to up from Dearborn
And had with Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parabolic
The poetry's the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the
And yell "Hear, Hear," finally some order to this rap
Finally some sort of water to these cracked lips
I keep my crispy and elegant,
So me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence, since the son of
Brother of Fal, rhyme's halal
Every line is kosher, la vida loca
out to Tony Toca, we ballin' like we suppose to