Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

Kings and Queens, just show us where we be (you motherfuckers)

Is my explicit cause I hang with a sinner?
Hand and with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar
Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally
Black smoke the family with the red in our eyes
chills from the death holding on to the past
With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes fast
Devastated by the anger that you to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose fate

Kiss the dead, on the red moon
Will they cry? Well I they just might
Torturing! a frozen tear?
This ain't Hell, but I'd be there
Spider web, makes it to move
awaits, yet I have nothing to prove
Twiztid souls, in my game
Murder comes, and goes with no of blame

Power drains, as the dark becomes
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What will become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire us, like they told Synplicity

Rain fall from the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from cans and alleyways alike
You can find me in the shadows without a doubt
for my people and me to come about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's still all
What you throw away is ours to keep, you the children need a pillow
When go to fuckin sleep

disease, quite infectious
Once I know, the object of my lust
Acid rain, on and stick out your tongue
enough, for each and every single one
Right or left, come me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
Crystal ball, it's just
and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers)

Power drains, as the dark light
Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too
What will ever become, of this book I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they Synplicity

I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg got
When I a dub at the dope spot
Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your dick
By a (fuck no!)
What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and
me have to use one
Can't help the feeling, my overloads pull the trigger and unload

Power drains, as the dark light
Trapped motionless, the chords are too tight
What ever become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they Synplicity

SYNPLICITY!