Luyện nghe bài hát The Substance

Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but more
(close to insanity)
A with a subtle light, a window and a door
(close to insanity)
One bottle of the bluest inks iris ever saw
(close to insanity)
One prodigy with a vision in his core
(close to insanity)

(yeah, yo)
I'm frost bitten, slippin' titanic burden nurses
Where the anti-hero purge their value burning service
And warped was I huddled beneath the fresh
Meshed with impressions appear to shrink before my very breath
These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave
Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth it's looking
Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald glow
I'm shook in a freak show
OK I strobe effects projective when I
So I resign chorus line
When linked we let our fall and pilots stall
With what I sing I'll open lash light and dark to dim the wattage
Then see the wide eyed dry and supplied fiery colossus
Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes
Hiding behind the levy the stubborn rivers rise and feel this
I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead
God damn must have me
It clinched me, it wrenched me, me to employ it
Apprehended me and rendered me in its voyage
How tables have turned
to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label
Sip the ladle the burn begging for dead
Concerns off with a tread and leg in a web
Caught triple-six couriers they fled
OK OK I get it
Let 'em a little then release 'em
Like as if hysterics would leash on banded completion
Odium, patience ran his commando
a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle
I'm trained as corner famine troopers
So my tray within a heart of still belly up and parched, come on

(yeah, yeah, it)

I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet
(close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly slightly above freezing
(close to insanity)
Now in the populis awaited my reply
(close to insanity)
I a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky
(close to insanity)

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

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

In the summer it buckets of hunger pains
In the winter it's the with an added climate change
The remaining two balance the polar values equally for midrange
Yet the of thirst remain the same
You could the whole cold reservoir to liquor
Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts esteem
I lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh
So do your miracle worker I'll remain unimpressed
For the flux, the fix, the
For the fact that little up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon
I'd examined auto (right) when filibuster won (yeah)
Concluded the few we're tuned with now targets of his movement (oh shit)
It's intriguing, yet I guess I knew something was leaking
Now I honor instinct
Bring runaways frayed boogie bastard clicks
To bypass glass stature walking characters
Militant split the sun and sip the filament
Tracer, is to lab rat primes
They try to grace these sacred lips his maze or a dirty wine
He knew, he brewed the just to mock the lesser budgets
Then sought off all trickery off the public and screamed victory
Tunnel the mite infested grillage and the rig
As fast a Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig trigger
Tip the goblet in the dirt my words spit in the puddle
to faint 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 seventy-six inches of all the 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)