Luyện nghe bài hát Time Keeps On Slipping

Yeah, that's the funky shit
Ay it, yo, yo

Deltron force to end your course
Every whim is
I send men with torches to your fortress
And in the radiate your optics

Subconsciously haunt
Super technician atomic inner dimension
Too with intuition
Typographical let my lasers clap at you

the route, psychologically crappin' out
What you 'bout?
Imitations getting penetrated and
In my emcee class remain in mass

Never get convert energy
Into matter with a pen and pad
Calculate the cenograd, the center of gravity
Abolish apathy graphically 380's

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Vest on face and neck
Mental armory legs for my monarchy
No malarkey my embarking
Psionically sparking brain 'til they're sparkling

No one knows the passing by
No one knows the passing by

I remake my universe every time I use a
To my destiny, emcees rest in peace
barriers provide care within from impurities
Every word sees your like third degree

I subjugate you other fake performers while the of your face
No sense you be in attempt
Emcees Siphon, my
Biting my insights like five

plain of existence is amazingly different
From my orbital always going for the glory
You pop open from my slice slogans
I stay in effect with alien tech, make you wanna say he's the

synchronization with commendation
It's armor plated to fake it
carbonated, scar your matrix
Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre and sofa

my style of energy, del assembling
A where anything is possible
NASA scientists can't this
Mechanical set diamond alignment

No one knows the passing by
No one knows the time by

Mathematical grapple a flow, pterodactyl
Very crash course, last resort, cast me off
At last we to my own world
My own cubbyhole

Open the air I'll be there fast
With spare raps to tear their mass
experimental critical literal
Professor the pitiful

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All of this grammar far from Bama
Got mind bandannas

To control clan with scanners
Brand the planet a band of bandits
Who man the cannons and guns with

Sub atomic, love of logic, bug with
Tub of low in bridle with controlling ciphers
Unraveling rhyme, in time
Alien life form mail in a bomb

Deltoid life I write songs
absolute, serve a glass of proof
When I leave my spirit in a planet
On top of the surface my words and wit

No one the time passing by
No one knows the time by