Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

Is my explicit cause I hang with a sinner?
Hand and hand with the hatchet but its familiar
Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally
Black smoke around the family 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, flip the page, choose your

the dead, on the red moon night
Will they cry? Well I think they just
Torturing! What's a frozen
ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there
Spider web, makes it to move
Death awaits, yet I have to prove
Twiztid souls, in my mental
Murder comes, and with no kind of blame

Power drains, as the becomes 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 crawl from garbage and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the without a doubt
Time for my people and me to about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's still all
What you throw is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow
When they go to fuckin

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

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

I was running a hatchet 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 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 light
Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too
What will ever become, of this that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they told

SYNPLICITY!