Luyện nghe bài hát 15 Minutes to Live

without making a sound at one miles per hour,
except for maybe a but that's it,
the 65 covers more ground than forests,
the only man known to turn home to tourists.

I love the JVC and MC Shan,
but draw dreams and fractured memories.
I've factored remedies and syrums into equation.
I hold up one to another and ask 'is nothing sacred?'
I've seen the naked and read Alice in wonderland.
don't make the mistake of to me underhand.
today I enter my twenties officially,
or react water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now my promises,
but at I'm honest about it.
I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm for a harder crystal,
I'm for something smoother
I'm for a starter pistol.
three sheets to the wind and I'm clouds for pillows.
I wanna drill in the sky.
I'm in love with the and I miss my mother badly,
I was a sideways baby, will be.
to start the party right probably gonna have to kill me.
I can't be accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will me by and my life will be happy and peaceful.
protecting the veterans scorching rookies
and trusting my faith into cookies.
red right, left

slogans to the mats.
I'm good right now,
I wear more hats.
new is my and used is my life,
few are my winnings, is my wife.
I chained chances while hippies
do acid rain dances in front of me.
I want my cut, I want my pants back,
I want a moustache it.
I with my feet shoulder width apart,
with the at waist level,
looking and laughing at a red devil.
some times I'm Kurt Rambis, I'm Vincent Gallo.
I might as play in the water since it's shallow.
keep my real name out of your mouth I'm present,
life can get unpleasant for the saboteur.
uh oh, I'm dancin myself again.
fun with the right music.
you to be me when other people are looking.
red right, left,

surprise,
silence death,
science life,
there's only giant people left.
this is for the losers, is for canadians,
this is for my sister, is for paladians.
some people say that because he was
born in '72 and likes to listen to ozzy
that he doesn't belong to the standard,
he's too self indulgent, that's why people abandoned him.
sometimes I like all I've got is my stuff,
but I'm not a rat, I'm an archivist.
the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro hundred hobo,
advanced student,
truck, race car, submarine, snowmobile,
aero plane, roller, speedboat, you know the deal,
I walk the streets with a customized barrow.
sometimes the way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by behind their own backs,
ya look!
what do you do is the lone in a world of pirhanas.
if you can't beat 'em, 'em.
guess what end of the I'm on.
ask yourself, when will he be seen on and every TV screen?

four good, two legs bad,
four legs good, two bad.

who needs when you have potential.
but I would like to see the judge's credentials.
you're only as as you look, I'm always told.
red right, left,

or nameless, what'll it be?
cover your mouth you cough, who farted?
all this fashion is me sick,
my son is a star, my a model,
expensive bottles of water.
incest may make grandchild a princess,
sometimes I like my life has gone to hell
and all I got is this t-shirt.
I to the converted and flip burgers for a living.
kill kill,
no more battling for me, let it slide,
the same way I across the surface,
I'd go and join the circus
if I weren't pleased and wanted to be and taunted.
it's all and rice particles,
trophies and articles,
at the end of my grey haired and conquest,
I'm not gonna give a about the palace contest,
there's too many trees to climb, too bees to find,
too many places to be, too faces to see,
I all switches, and rip all stitches,
I hate always to wait.
making whose sorry a, late breaking news story
day, my music for the right words,
red right, left,

my growing needs coincide with seeds.
I think ahead to the future, and my best wishes,

half the time I do what I do for the of symmetry,

I'd rather spirits than imagery,
I'm a fruitcake to the mc,
I'm the I'd rather fun mc,
of the carrying a gun mc,
all I am is one mc,
I love hip hop like most people god,
you can my perspective,
but don't my motive,
rap's a load of right now,
Mr. will save the day
I'll make day out of play doh,
wait, give me a beat from
happened to your lips,
you can't prove your the truth,
you can't hurry like you can't escape jury duty,
four seven one six,

done tricks that nobody noticed,
no one knew it was me it,
and since no one noticed the decay,
I'll sit here in the position and pray,
I to goodness,
I draw from an unfinished scribble,
I thrown away wishes to an interesting pattern of shadows.
to a kitten or a smoke ring.
the bird with the broke wing,
the bike with the flat
as I wait for my to catch fire.
I swung at bad pitches and men of extra bases.
I am the of supernatural selection.
if you what's in my bag check my actual collection,
I've got records that were meant to be,
records lent to me by men from dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd your skin,
breaks that would cause head to spin.
jackets for the siamese twins,
brand new shoes I cruise around the block
and the poet's tree,
johnny rockwell you know me,
my past is a of when and if, not a matter of fact,
and precious,
the difference is you can hold on to
what holds on to you,
red right, left,

this is a snake skin song
that a symbol of my individuality
and my belief in freedom,
i have a box for everything,
at you can see my halo for a mile,
after i think i'm gonna lay low for a while,
increasing frequency i'm seeing ghosts
on the especially,
these crews with their freshly squeezed juices,
see how quickly things go from to unwanted,
you ask
why all the about reading certain criteria
simple really.
it much boils down to
there no excuse for laziness.
no use for craziness.
you should be practicin now.
it's strange how one kid will grow up to harvest corn
while another will choose to odd porn jobs.
alienation one roof,
where do you draw the when you don't even have a pen.
happens when you have an answer for everything,
how many fingers, or tales.
try smiling you rhyme, you'll like it,
a break.
going fast nothing.
i wish i had some kind of magic key finder.
i've got a standard SDA and a three binder.
in on this,
i'll put twenty bucks on the
you see him first,
in which case i to be reimbursed.
i'll ask daughter to dance before i water the plants.
red right, left.

hip hop in the fetal position
in the corner of a room no windows,
but not why i'm doing this.
until a few years ago i thought i invented hip hop,
my surprize.
now i'm teaching my the art of juggling the beats
and tonight bed when we snuggle in the sheets.
a struggle in the streets and i couldn't care less.
if you said i was sheltered that would be a fair
i work with words for a living, they pay very well,
but i can wear what i and listen to music.
the is topsy turvy.
god red meat, god hates weird people,
i prefer to be one on one solely,
even if it's unhealthy, even if unholy.
i see eyes being cut, and listen to wag,
i carry my to the contest in a scum bag.
my eye, crippled my ass,
haven't you ever of triple bypass.
what you call a website.
i've been driving around with a out headlight,
have to excuse me.
when i crack wise just to amuse me.
who me, a do me a favor,
make a blackhead and get out of my face crack head.
each and nominee gets a year's supply of hominegrits
red white left.

saving for a bathing suit
how to stop this topless dancing
what is it this FBI conspiracy stuff
female body images turning women space creatures
augmenting face features, newly breasts
to impress other women when they get
every guy i know would take Betty Page over Kate any day
so there's really no for the weight loss any way
as long as you're healthy and wise
better in the pockets and wealthy inside i always say
girls will be boys, will be girls
until all this confusion destroys the whole
don't hate me i'm beautiful
hate me because i'm good at
I'm
maybe i be showing my hand
but so far everything's as planned
red right left

the coming of christ will be downloaded
just an after thought
who can afford these mid crises
heavy snow, retarded traffic, grid lock, panic
the omen for the roman clatholic
and as the masses tip their hats to legend Tim Horton
i focus my lenses on something more
i'm Turk Wendell
who flys the invisible plane
ohh my miserable
i hate walking away from an event learned nothing
did i give the people what want?
not if TV are any indication
i cater to those who know and go broke
should i keep my to myself or
should i call as i see them
a man politics
day is halloweeen
science is the
what are you of
the world belongs to
not the

uncle climax, my words were curse words
red right, white

johnny rockwell, full male model
red right, left

rich, everything including the kitchen sink
red right, white

achilles, king of the old hilbillies
red right, white

jesus murphy, why you lookin at me
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dj critical, pioneer of the final
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the sebutones, the minds behind the full lines of robots
red right, white

buck 65, language artist
red right, white