Luyện nghe bài hát The Train

Here comes the
comes the train!
Here the train
Here the train!

All aboard, motherfucka, where you out there?
We the tunnel rats without no care
We big as hell and we fast now cow catch a run
Cause we push through the world and we hitting blunt
We the night train through the under layer
And we lotus, we grow in the without a prayer
And we out there, holla, we'll be here tomorrow
We aimed up and noises in the dark like Amala
I'm like (Eric!) send the cops over double time
I got a head inside a pillowcase I'm banging on a stop (Psh)
Motherfucka, say to these tunnel runners
We coming for you, gunning and stunning, and rep for others
Swario Atilishiki taught us to
In my city get your titties and ass a first
Hang on cause the train be hitting corners fast
Jump off, we move on and we forget ass

Take me the underground
me through the underground
I don't no sun.
I don't want; I don't sunlight no more
Bury me underground.
Bury me deep underground
Let me run.
Wanna be a runner, do ya wanna?

We a train like a motherfucka with no end
They lead the everywhere, but leaving ain't my friend
We see the train coming, richies running, locking doors
But they be tripping the bullets clipping, ripping through the walls
I gets' wicked like wonka, if you kill me I'll ya
And ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya
I lay in my bed, Roman Candles at the ceiling
I like the fire that rains, and I can't the feeling
I know that I'm alone, but train is packed
With people just like me don't know where the fuck we at
But the only format that we fitting, that's it
Night coming through with that wicked shit.
I don't care about the dame tied up to the tracks.
Or stalled out cars, we all o' that in half.
And don't miss it cause it ain't train like this.
So just ride, and waste the Whiz. (Shh)

All aboard.
If you you can hang
For wicked shit, is your train
All
Ain't shit out the same
For wicked shit, is your train

(Anybody Killa)
Ya heard my Violent J, bitch.
Step up, come on in
Let me see life begin.
Take a ride on this train, psycho status.
Must be this tall to ride, cause one of the fastest
Hold tight, don't fall, where'd you get ticket?
The bitch bus left, and I think you it
You the drill, back to the caboose
To shovel coal until you decide which path to
We ain't gonna stop, it's just too much fun
We got everything we need, has to be brung
Boxcars full of dreams, and thoughts
making millionaires that were street smart taught
Look out the window, into the eyes
Of all the people watching us float by
Get out the way, through, put your penny on the track
What you see is you get, some happy traveling rats

All aboard.
If you think you can
For shit, this is your train
(Hehehe, hey!)
All aboard.
Ain't out there the same.
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
For wicked shit, is your train.
(Bwoop Bwoop)
All aboard.
If you you can hang.
(From to outer space)
For wicked shit, this is train.
(Neptune, bitch!)
All aboard.
shit out there the same.
(Chick, what!?)
For wicked shit, is your train.
(Psychopathic, intergalactic!)