Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

[Jamie
me,
the one you see awaken in
or sinner,
the message is in the mixture
Ugly as might come
Raised from the and scum
and to be no one

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

[Jamie
me,
Not a fuck again
unstoppable and I don't have to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm sure to your skull
Drink saki, when I'm smokin' paw

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

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 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!)

Child]
me
Standin' in a of blood
Smokin' a fat ass blunt it up like WHUT??
Feelin' really lonely, and all my are dead
At that's what the voices in my head
Just

HEY!!

2 Dope]
That's me all up in your mug get it punched.
Knock Knock (who There?), now ya all fucked up.
When I stop my rims 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 and the cops
are makin me mad.
fell through watch it on the news because i shot that
motha fucka right in view.
2 dope]
That's me, What You got somthin to say?
Why my knuckles always got you prints all up in em? (ooo)
I skin em. Why ya so rough?
Little duct 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 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!)

[Anybody
That's me right you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
all those strange sounds, in ya face starin.
Knockin over trash cans, 40 bottles.
Villian from the streets, I'm a ghetto model.

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

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

You think you 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!)