Luyện nghe bài hát Travel

Yo we travel like the across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the 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 comes up close, he didn't know who it was
The name travels further the face
He did not recognize the
Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, that ain't the
Go find a cause
I take advantage of your flawsand into yo drawers
Now didit damage jaws
When it and hit the pavement
It shot, thats why they me locked
Underneath the alot
me out jus to eat and shit
And ever so often jus to me fit
gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip their neck, release is out of the
theyll let me out if I make a good impression
So please don't make it personal when I flush me through your
Consider youself a big part of that great mc chain
And take your in the circle with pride
Reps die, dignity if you let em
And when they do, I them, welcome
The for your suffering, tell them it's pure
No subtle hints of weak substances it
I chuckle when evil and pride with judgement
Add that to your buzz and the is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your
Too many off the deep end
it's steady, stream, and shallow
I have no remorse for those drop some, they all drop
then Imma stay on top of heads like a bald spot

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

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