Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

"music might sound and beautiful. You might feel disembodied,..
boundless, spinning through space..."

[Jamie
me,
the one you see in dreams
or sinner,
the is embedded in the mixture
Ugly as might come
Raised from the dirt and
and to be no one

me,
straight up out my tree and out my
In the alley, with a gat looking to bash your wit it
Watch your blood drain outcha skull the ground
And take ya to my where you will never be found

Madrox]
me,
Not a fuck again
and crazy I don't have to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm to rock your skull
saki, when I'm smokin' monkey paw

me,
kids call me Cousin
Cause my slugga rides by my on the daily,
It to me
It me who to ride on (ride on)
We are a team and it's your life we on (C'mon)

You you know me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end all wannabe down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

[Monoxide
me
Standin' in a puddle of
Smokin' a fat ass blunt cuttin' it up like
Feelin' lonely, and all my homies are dead
At least that's the voices in my head
said

HEY!!

[Shaggy 2
That's me all up in your mug get it punched.
Knock Knock (who There?), now ya lips all up.
When I my rims stop too.
Then i back out on ya face ya motha fucka you.

That's Me, crazy, and I'm fucked up and, I got a hostage and the
are just me mad.
Negotiations fell through watch it on the news because i that
motha fucka in plain view.
2 dope]
That's me, What bitch? You got to say?
Why my knuckles always got you prints all up in em? (ooo)
I em. Why ya face so rough?
Little tape on the fingers and I'm back the fuck up.

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Killa]
That's me behind you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
Makin all those strange sounds, in ya starin.
Knockin over cans, breakin 40 bottles.
Villian from the streets, I'm a ghetto model.

J]
That's me in a clown wig, a machete.
Pig blood on my chest to the party like confetti.
That's me spittin wicked shit, hardcore
I throw knives in the crowd and have em for the door.
Killa]
That's me, right you shoulda known a little better.
I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever.
Spinkle dust from the inside ya favorite drink.
Then sit back and laugh and watch that fat ass shrink.

J]
That's me, the virgin popper, neck chopper.
Swingin blades like a helicopter. alotta.
That's me and I'm down for the Lotus.
Like a kamikaze I hit the vocal booth and blow (shit the fuck up.... so shut the fuck up.)

You think you me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)