Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

Is my mind cause I hang with a sinner?
and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar
Nonbelievers walking till we finally arrive
Black smoke around the with the red in our eyes
Cold chills from the death on to the past
With a pistol to the temple cause lifes movin fast
Devastated by the anger that you need to
Right hand on the book, the page, choose your fate

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

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

Rain drops fall the dark night sky
Bodies from garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the shadows without a
Time for my people and me to about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
still all good
What you away is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow
When go to fuckin sleep

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

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

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

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

SYNPLICITY!