Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the happy rappers
But now African medallions are handicap
And we're alphabetized in the modernized
And my press photos are
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable putty
In a salad with dill dressing
In urban field testing
Dressing
by a sexy bunny
Straight out of a show
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead
And a fresh bowl
Of the bitch's with bee stingers
But fresh though
It's home of the black
our blurbs stretch
To suggest that I'm
But the bird is low
Which I'm commonplace
To the point we travel the country in spaceships
On the cursing at the booking agents
I words and I pilfer the country with the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been sodomized with a pool cue

I am the first black
To walk the bare
From my air
Pound my beliefs into the desired
Then put them sound asleep in a

the return of the unpopular dope rappers
Who retreat to in the sky
up rope ladders
And will you a silver disc soaked in laughter
Because been brainwashed
Out of your ears leaks soap
Why don't you me
I'm Buckaroo
I don't what to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews like Groove on DVD
And I got my start doing songs CVE
But now like:
Chilling Villain who? Project
Persona non
No for the popsicle stick man
He's a wad of hot
Drip crayon on clipped glands
Won't squander top
Twists strands to fans
But there's not a lot of
They give grands to bands
I lawns
For the ADD D&D role
And we got
So we a commonwealth
And you hear me through random sightings and file
And you tell me that songwriting's like
No not
self-indulgence
Elfin culprits watch egos melt in charcoal pits

Oh my
Sorry I left my speech
In the back of the car
And I rewrote the Hollywood
the motion picture screen
Made it so the black guy die by the opening scene

It's the of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't market a
I've outsold and my style's old and lame
I'll a lighter to the carpet fiber
Because I'm not a household
I'm a tax
I signed a with no exit clause
My label's Mrs. Santa Claus during menopause
So I'm on padded walls
Because I'm trying to make
But I hitting pop flies
I don't eat out
I thaw out pot pies
But I to be on the list of the top five
Fresh hip-hop