Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

Kiss the dead, on the red night
Will they cry? Well I think just might
Torturing! What's a frozen
This ain't Hell, but I'd be there
Spider web, it hard to move
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to
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 become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like told Synplicity

drops fall from the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from garbage and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the shadows a doubt
Time for my people and me to come
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
still all good
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
Acid rain, come on and out your tongue
There's enough, for each and single one
or left, come follow me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
ball, it's just Synplicity
Kings and Queens, just us where we should be (you motherfuckers)

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

I was running with a 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 that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and don't
Make me to use one
Can't the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload

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

SYNPLICITY!