Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

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

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

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

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

drains, as the dark becomes light
Trapped motionless, the chords are too tight
What will become, of this 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 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 head overloads pull the trigger and

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

SYNPLICITY!