Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave And The Constant

I used to wear blues, I used to get my cues
From the in D.C. with the wing tip shoes
And my said it was Paris or prison
And the said, "Son, you better make your decision"

I the former because I heard it was warmer
in Paris, hell south of the border
They put me together, than leather
They set me on your ass because they didn't better

Getting it on to the grave spot, it on, getting it on, getting it on
it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, it on

Now I hold the fort left, right and
The number running hard ass punk, fly bender
Check the photo finish, I'm in to satisfy parole
Not not playing the role

See I got more gumbas than Bobby De
And if I was you I'd act Nixon and Spiro
So your rock and smoke your pot and chill where it's shady
I got more endurance than baby

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, it on
Getting it on to the spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on

I'm up to no good, with no to go but down
I'm up to no good, with no place to go but

it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, it on, getting it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, it on, getting it on
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, it on

We're up to no good, with no place to go but
We're up to no good, with no to go but down
We're up to no good, with no place to go but
We're up to no good, with no to go but down

up to no good, with no place to go but down
We're up to no good, with no to go but down
up to no good, with no place to go but down