Luyện nghe bài hát Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes

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

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

My & honey, my Cherie-Cherie Amour
My Cinderella in her carriage by the
Her ruby slipper made the send the scarecrow
And the lion through the
To the wicked witch's where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came on a blizzard
Now the whole in color, still,
How Em was next of kin and not her mother
Real, her face was
I suspected she to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables
The poetry's like the and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament the mallet
And yell "Hear, Hear," finally some order to rap shit
Finally some of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my crispy and elegant,
So miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is
The is reverence, since the son of Byford
Brother of Fal, every halal
Every line is kosher, la vida loca
Shout out to Toca, we ballin' like we suppose to