Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

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

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

Rain drops from the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from cans and alleyways alike
You can find me in the shadows without a doubt
Time for my people and me to come
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
When they go to sleep

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

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

I was with a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped
When I copped a dub at the dope
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 bring the dope guns, outta my way and don't
Make me to use one
Can't help the feeling, my head pull the trigger and unload

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

SYNPLICITY!