Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

[Aesop
up, wake up
Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake kids up

P]
Word up Aesop Rock, better take their fingers off
and hit record

[Aesop
Is you fat cats or lab
Trails to my got em sweatin flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my city
Defunct, and examinin' famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe your blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and think
When I was a boy I employed exhausted
By every child at present
I drill pillars of normalcy
You're invited to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to label the
As I choose, refusing to with the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll
Brain trip the Beta weights for the slaughter
Like infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze
On the fluids ???? and glory
on the opposite circuit and glorious days
Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of
Slave to idiot box
And tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league nappers and the increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal whole vessel fell to pieces
And I laughed, I for me and my Starving art family
I laughed tangibly, your ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic white flags and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of
Once the day turns night, senoritas the woody like termites
And how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
The all new and improved portable Aesop Rock
Available in with my, highly suggested parental discretion
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P]
I'm not average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get me
Says "Stick me a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick instead of tricking bread in this
One look and I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat them lies me haters check your eyes
One verse, burst, as I done first
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed up a lot
flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, and shine
Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still at my prime
I'm a stab face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, stealing my style
I should for reparations