Luyện nghe bài hát The Substance

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

(yeah, yo)
I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden
Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning
And warped was I huddled beneath the fresh
with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath
These tides of woe and and mirth initiate a wave crash
my offspring graves prior to birth it's looking bleak
Malarky farce sergeant crooked and emerald eyes glow
I'm shook in a side show
OK I strobe effects when I blink
So I resign this line
When linked we let our eyelids fall and stall
With what I I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage
see the wide eyed dry grays and supplied fiery colossus
Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes
Hiding the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this
I wish heavenly brevity centered pedigrees instead of dead serenity
God damn have remembered me
It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to it
Apprehended me and me suspended in its voyage
How these have turned
Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross scribbled off the label
Sip the drank the burn begging for dead
Concerns off a zephyr tread and leg in a web
Caught couriers beckon they fled
OK OK I get it
Let 'em a little then release 'em
Like as if ghostly hysterics would leash on completion
Odium, patience ran his commando
Just a stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle
I'm trained as corner stone troopers
So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, on

(yeah, yeah, it)

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

amused by the way the fuse burn
By the way the clues in front of my eyes
To fertilize of concern for me for we
For he sucked into the trench fully dug
I wanna pull the plug
Hug on my like in a dream
Centipede speedin' through a meaty greed league
I can tell by the way the needs from a seed
If the breed should have ever been 'nuff said

Whether compared to and cocoon
To emerge or a soon a bloom to a surge
All I need is the nourishment, the and the burn
To ascend from a number to blade runner
Hunter, cleric, swordsman,
More like I'm walking with a broken ring
Mood swingin' the mezzanine level
Here to the edge
My team's on the ledge to pledge
It's that.

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

(yeah, check, huh, uh)

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

(It's that)