Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

Kiss the dead, on the red moon
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 nothing to prove
souls, in my mental game
Murder comes, and goes no kind of blame

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

Rain drops fall the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways
You can find me there in the without a doubt
for my people and me to come about
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
they go to fuckin sleep

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

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

I was running with a down the block, my leg got popped
When I copped a dub at the dope
out to get me everywhere 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
me have 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 ever become, of this that I hold
Will the burn us, like they told Synplicity

SYNPLICITY!