Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

the dead, on the red moon night
Will cry? Well I think they just might
Torturing! a frozen tear?
This ain't Hell, but I'd be there
web, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to
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 us, like they told Synplicity

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

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

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

I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg got
I copped 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!)
about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta 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 will become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire us, like they told Synplicity

SYNPLICITY!