Luyện nghe bài hát Unemployed Black Astronaut

It's the resurgence of the happy black
But now African are handicap placards
And we're alphabetized in the retro
And my press photos are
My low
Why you shape me
I'm malleable fleshy
In a salad bowl with dill
In urban field testing
Dressing
Accompanied by a bunny
out of a burlesque show
She'll sever the finger of the lead singer
And stir a bowl
Of the bitch's brew bee stingers
But fresh though
It's of the black speed-reader
our blurbs stretch
To suggest I'm spacy
But the nest is low
Which I'm commonplace
To the point we travel the country in spaceships
On the phone cursing at the agents
I words and I pilfer the country with the underground's who's who
But I feel like I've been with a billiard's pool cue

I am the first astronaut
To the bare moon
my air balloon
Pound my beliefs into the desired
Then put them sound in a fireplace

It's the return of the dope rappers
Who retreat to in the sky
Climbing up rope
And will sell you a silver disc soaked in
you've been brainwashed
Out of your ears leaks lather
Why you deify me
I'm Bonsai
I know what to do
I'm the guy
I touch crews like Groove on DVD
And I got my doing songs with CVE
But now you're
Chilling Villain who? Project
Persona non
No wristband for the popsicle man
a wad of hot lava
Drip on your clipped glands
Won't top dollar
Twists to enrich fans
But not a lot of offers
They give grands to kitsch
I water
For the ADD D&D role
And we got
So we a commonwealth
And you hear me random sightings and file sharing
And you tell me that songwriting's like
No not
It's
Elfin culprits watch egos melt in charcoal pits

Oh my
Sorry I left my speech
In the of the private car
And I rewrote the Hollywood
Fluxed the motion screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the scene

the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who market a Lifer
I've been outsold and my style's old and
I'll spark a lighter to the fiber
Because I'm not a household
I'm a tax
I signed a with no exit clause
My label's like Mrs. Claus during menopause
So I'm banging on padded
Because I'm to make hits
But I hitting pop flies
I don't eat out
I out chicken pot pies
But I used to be on the list of the top
Fresh guys