Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

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

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

the dead, on the red moon night
Will they cry? Well I they just might
Torturing! What's a tear?
This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be
Spider web, makes it hard to
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to
souls, in my mental game
Murder comes, and goes no kind of blame

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

Rain fall from the dark night sky
Bodies from garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the shadows a doubt
Time for my and me to come about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's still all
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the need a pillow
When they go to fuckin

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

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

I was running with a hatchet the block, my leg got popped
When I copped a dub at the dope
Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your 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 overloads pull the trigger and

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

SYNPLICITY!