Luyện nghe bài hát Travel

Yo we like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we the curve
the kingdom, all heads of the earth

Once in a great while one has the heart to us
But usually up close, he didn't know who it was
The travels further than the face
He did not recognize the
Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, ain't the case
Go yourself a cause
I take advantage of your climb into yo drawers
Now didit damage jaws
When it dropped and hit the
It shot, thats why they keep me
Underneath the basement
Letting me out jus to eat and
And ever so jus to keep me fit
gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip their neck, release is out of the
Maybe theyll let me out if I a good impression
So please don't it personal when I flush me through your vains
Consider youself a big part of that great mc food
And take your spot in the circle with
Reps die, with if you let em
And when they do, I them, welcome
The cure for your suffering, them it's pure
No hints of weak substances cuttin it
I chuckle when evil and pride collide judgement
Add that to your and the results is malfunction
No longer should I to your babble
Too many off the deep end
it's steady, stream, and shallow
I have no remorse for those drop some, they all drop
Until then Imma stay on top of like a bald spot

We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited
We like the blood that surrounds your brain
has landed, demandin that we raise the curve
So your thoughts and come across in a verse

Yo I my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck with the insurance
me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at bergins
For fun I drain the essence life forms of messes
Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm message
Ive learned how to my keys in the matter of arrogance and confidence
Contributing to my ego and accomplishments
Hes on shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path
I eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
Apollo is back, on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
According to commercials for the lowback
And I know that theres no way to say what you to hear
So I take the long way to brain and put some flavor in your ear
Like a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
On the with the road-kill carcasses for those skilled smart-asses
Atmosphere coming clear to the to entertain?
the bag? and scoop up all the brains