Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

Is my explicit cause I hang with a sinner?
Hand and hand with the hatchet but its familiar
Nonbelievers keep till we finally arrive
Black around the family with the red in our eyes
chills from the death holding on to the past
With a pistol to the temple cause 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? Well I think just might
Torturing! What's a frozen
This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be
Spider web, makes it 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 dark light
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What will become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, they told Synplicity

Rain drops fall from the night sky
Bodies from garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the 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 away is ours to keep, you know the children a pillow
they go to fuckin sleep

Your disease, infectious
I know, your the object of my lust
Acid rain, come on and stick out your
There's enough, for each and single one
Right or left, follow me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
Crystal ball, it's 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 ever become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they Synplicity

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

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

SYNPLICITY!