Luyện nghe bài hát Time2

Love, love,
Well well well well
Help me my sins
Help me lift spell, mmm

We fight demons from our past to face new monsters
I ask, are we comatose or
My top perpetual, make the connection
You sleep cause bites, inception
Protection for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Molested Mexican daughters, stretch the border
The streets in gold often fade
When the they use to pave the streets is henna
And greener is the grass on the side
Except for when that side is geno
Or sewer, you smile while you a cup of Kahlua
That makes me mainline a fucking fifth of Dewars
I'm trying to utilize my time to shine
I realize we only have limited here
Dudes on my try'na sell me a timeshare
That'll be me with a nine losin' my mind in Time
Like, "Is this how you wanna me?
You know what this business was you hired me
A of shit!
on the floor right now!
Everybody get the down!"

Love, love,
Well well well well
Help me my sins
me lift this spell

La-la-la-last they hired me
And this-s-s-s the-the-they fired me
And I all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay
And the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I supposed to say
T-t-t-t-to my wife p-p-p-p-pregnant
And if the kid does not go to his life's irrelevant
And my-my-my melanin-n-n-n makes me a
I just wanna take this fuckin' c-c-crack and sell it
To the
Panic, I'm a depressive mechanic that manages to frantically do damage
To his brain with Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded
To the back of my eyelids in a variety of
Ariel, Bold,
Lost it in Time Square and going home is not an
Is illusion optic
Perhaps it's just a chemical with my Zoloft and acidophilus
The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't
Danger! Danger! Danger, Will
A bizarre ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip,
My is volatile and it feels like I'm losing oxygen!

Love, love,
Well well well well
me cleanse my sins
Help me lift spell, mmm