Luyện nghe bài hát The Balance

Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play beat
Won't you if for me? In the mix mister hop
hop back, hop, hop, hop

The second somebody dies else is born
People are celebrating while people mourn
may be home to you but to me it's foreign
Even the don't pull the bull by the horns
One enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's
So let us stand, let us sit and let us
The changing of the guard, oh, it's so to keep it true

It's the of the scales, it can't be challenged or expelled
Soon as somebody lost somebody prevails
Some someone is quiet at the same time yells
full or half empty, water in the well
It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50
Eerie as it may seem, your balance beam
the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory
Eerie as it may seem, check your balance

Now check your Balance Beamer a feather and a rock
whether or not you find the answer is not the plot
See it's like and hate
(Love and hate)
The same emotion weight
People love to hate so I know you just how this all relates
It's the posa and the negative, and mega live
Arm a leg a leg an arm by a nigga

big and small, short and tall
Night and day and so on, some are bashful
Some people just to get their flow on
(They on)
So here one to grow on
I'ma go on and on and on till the are laid out
The of justice weighed out
Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is out
Got to out the power don't we?

Balance emotions
and pull positions like the moon pulls on the ocean
Balance on one foot equilibrium
attract and retract that's a fact, I'm a Libra y'all
180 but not that hot
So whether or not you find the answer is not the plot
(Really not the plot)
Because is receiving and seeing is believing
(And, and)
And the solar system rotes so harmonious and
It's perfectly

Some people say life is about taking chances and decisions
Voices and opinions, politics and
Clues the past and cash and to the future
It's a and probability on who's gonna execute yo ass
Some slow and analytical, some fast on the dash
heads or tails but the head usually leads the tail
So I tell my tales the head
'Cuz they're inside my cells

Real let me tell you about a fact I know things will even out
You can or doubt or even shout or leave it in your mouth
how you gone reason wit' grand Mother Nature
Running mother Earth by Father Time who's the chaser
It's living and dying homey, and crying dude
Trying or lying my brother, or flying fool
Now half of you are gone find the time to
The other half gone find crime, weed wine

Till it's to late in a state of mind
I found my peace of mind, now they want a piece of mine
To late in a disillusion of
The orthodox is the unorthodox they just got you on the
The insane and the are the same
It's a damn shame so people's aim is so lame

And their gain is so minimal, caught up in the
It's pleasure and pain, for the flames, the wild and the tame
The style remains if you use the right side of your brain
Instead of going against the
You can penetrate the to the point where
What remains is a stain of this universal
That we call balance,