Luyện nghe bài hát .Where The Wild Things Are

[** feat. Over Matter:]
That boom box in the backyard

That boom box in the goes

That box in the backyard goes!
Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Daddy's home
It that the dreams for the children on the block
Has gone love, to a thug, with a million dollar watch
You see I'm talkin the jungle, the outback
The city I in
That c*nt that will always back, with a witty dominion
flow like this and I still don't like pigs
Added to this I got
I'm
I'm
I'm on pot
So don't even think to sleep on me I'm a dodgy mattress
I've figured it out I'm the king of the
I'm a flying f*ck of
I'm
killin' with stakes in me holsters!
Shootin' em rippin' the faces off vultures!
The trolley's
Of for the kids
So Big Macka is back and I'm loadin of the dip
What up
Are you still us or what?
Let's some noise
For the of Australian hip-hop
[? ]
There's blood and guts comin' out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and its off the meter...
a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
C'mon!
I'm plugged in the sound is
Rise up the is electric
A with Zen good nature
I'm a [? ] you ten foot
fun when I'm out and about
And I'm bouncin' around in naked sun
high when I breathe in the trees
And I run full steam through mother lungs
I'm rippin' and
The rhythm Izm my man on the decks
No-one quicker
Let's proclaim free and make a principality
[? ]
Head out the the air sings
Howlin' through hair pins
the crazy rap vocalist
Monster maniac motorist
up, lock into the socket
Pull a Johnny out my pocket
Ride a comet
I these sonnets with a spice of comics
Fresh, ripe and
I pick up the pieces like I was a
Inspired by life our people live deep and suffer the barrier
There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the
There's fire in my veins and its off the meter...
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly an eagle
C'mon!
In the search for fame everyone wanna be than Kurt Cobain
After he burst his brain and left his curtain
think?
I think bad for them to stare at the sun
my soul with a [? ] and a gun
Yeah
You can find me on nightly
I'll be up a stick like Hermione
me miss if I ransack your handbag
Flow's so heavy they damp these tampax.
I'm so I spell M.o.M with an "X" and a zillion F's and it's still correct
Trippin' in a theme park with a ski
house is where the wild things are!
Playin' with fire elude the
shootin stars at a [? ] targets
On a highway to hell with a engine
Grow the up like crops in Nimbin
Big league gotta a little tougher
to the plate with a Louisville Slugger
Gettin' drunk angels
Let's keep the blood pumpin' like jumper
Mind Over in the building!
You it!
BNE and MoM it out the park!
Why don't you outside the box like a new born baby!
blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
There's fire in my and its right off the meter...
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an
C'mon!