Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

Is my mind explicit I hang with a sinner?
and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar
Nonbelievers keep walking 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
by the anger that 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 they might
Torturing! What's a tear?
This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be
web, makes it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I nothing to prove
souls, in my mental game
Murder comes, and goes with no of blame

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

Rain drops fall from the night sky
Bodies crawl garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can find me 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
What you throw is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow
When they go to sleep

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

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

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

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

SYNPLICITY!