Luyện nghe bài hát The Substance

Four rooms, a and a floor but there's more
(close to insanity)
A with a subtle light, a window and a door
(close to insanity)
One bottle of the bluest inks your iris saw
(close to insanity)
One child prodigy with a vision in his
(close to insanity)

(yeah, yo)
I'm frost bitten, away titanic burden nurses
Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value service
And warped was I huddled beneath the influenza
Meshed with impressions that appear to before my very breath
These tides of woe and malice and initiate a wave crash
Splashing my offspring prior to birth it's looking bleak
Malarky farce sergeant and sleek emerald eyes glow
I'm shook in a freak side
OK I effects projective when I blink
So I resign this chorus
When linked we let our eyelids fall and stall
With what I sing I'll open light and dark clash to dim the wattage
Then see the wide eyed dry grays and supplied fiery
Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the climate
Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers and feel this
I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead
God damn must have me
It clinched me, it me, tempted me to employ it
Apprehended me and rendered me suspended in its
How these have turned
Hand to the with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label
Sip the drank the burn begging for dead
Concerns off a zephyr tread and leg in a web
Caught triple-six couriers they fled
OK OK I get it
Let 'em shake a then release 'em
Like as if ghostly would leash on banded completion
Odium, patience ran his anti-death
Just a stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle
I'm trained as corner stone famine
So my tray within a heart of still belly up and parched, come on

(yeah, yeah, it)

I'm a sideline observer not yet retreating
(close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly hovered above freezing
(close to insanity)
Now everybody in the populis awaited my
(close to insanity)
I spit a billion tiny brilliant white into the sky
(close to insanity)

Undeniably amused by the way the fuse
By the way the clues churn in front of my
To fertilize germination of for me for we
For he who's sucked the trench fully dug
I don't wanna the plug
Hug on my canteen in a dream
Centipede leader through a meaty greed league
I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a
If the breed should ever been bread 'nuff said

Whether to caterpillar and cocoon
To emerge or a spark's a bloom to a surge
All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the
To ascend from a number to grave runner
Hunter, cleric, swordsman,
More like I'm walking with a broken ring
Mood from the mezzanine level
to bevel the edge
My settled on the ledge to pledge
like that.

In the summer it buckets of hunger pains
In the winter it's the same with an added change
The remaining two quadrants balance the polar equally for midrange
Yet the of thirst remain the same
You turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor
Hell, the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem
I never span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh
So do your magic miracle worker I'll unimpressed
For the flux, the fix, the
For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand
I'd examined auto pilot (right) when won (yeah)
Concluded the few we're tuned were now targets of his movement (oh shit)
It's intriguing, yet I guess I knew something was leaking
Now I honor delinquent
Bring settler runaways frayed boogie bastard
To glass stature walking graph characters
Militant split the sun and sip the filament
Tracer, is to lab rat primes
They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a wine
He knew, he brewed the substance just to mock the budgets
sought off all trickery bought off the public and screamed victory
Tunnel the mite infested grillage and the rig
As fast a and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig trigger revenge
Tip the goblet in the review my words spit in the puddle
Peace to struggle the fuck out and duck out

(yeah, check, huh, uh)

Now, all hail of the trash talk
(close to insanity)
I was hidden, yet I slid in to rip the mask off
(close to insanity)
I'm inches of all the purest sounds
(close to insanity)
So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes still be over ground
(close to insanity)

(It's that)