Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was running a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped
I copped 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 the dope guns, stay outta my way and don't
Make me to use one
Can't help the feeling, my head overloads the trigger and unload

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

SYNPLICITY!