Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

(Budden)

GIVE IT NOW!

L-look look look look
I can't it,
I seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
nothing to gain, its like mortgaged,
ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead shit,
cautious, report shit, out of hell,
since all my dudes either alive or jail,
won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all weights on my shoulders,
i'm sitting on the of the world,
say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak,
rubber on arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, learn you what the schools can't teach,
my job is to get a gospel that the won't preach,
something like a star, keep the live band,
sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants,
ass on my wife, no implants,
i no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
it's a thinking man's world, shit is to me,
so let the king move time, let it be

(Chorus)

(According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, him if wrong)

It's the Junk Yard Gang, Hudson repping Jersey,
revers the on life and do the mic dirty,
tired, and thirsty, motherfuck fame,
matter of fact, when this ends forget my name,
the message, not the man,
the vision, not the plan,
no glits, no glam, just pure with the fans,
half your get deleted with the spam,
these keep it so real they come across fake,
straight boring, ignore wack bastards,
to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
i just spit it to pick it differently,
rip all the vodka, it then pissing on negativity,
the pen is than the trigger,
em when I spit,
real huh?, I don't even like that shit,
what I like, a rock flow lava, melotic
with a high of more(?) fire(?),
the fire and the rain, the fire in my is hot,
be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
no image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a hits ill' leave u lifted
all and gut,
the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
the shits up,

(Chrous)

(Budden)

look
I a K as a weapon,
eye in through 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
and I, pop a big step, in my fly shit,
ipod, on bumping my shit,
i cared, i was careless,
being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear fearless but fearful,
so in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking my peephole?,
did my alter-ego get a ego?,
he wants the chrome,
me im trying to push the pedal my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
bluetooth, my on the horn bickering,
but even when she scream, i hear it like whispering,
i been around all my life,
been poised baby all my life,
just let me my life,
live yours, your own highlight,
then, meet me at the top like a knife,
then, how to see without eyesight,
if, at first you don't then try twice,
see I don't write it I it, reel it, real shit,
a masterpeice then unveil it.
come i'm 'bout to it,
it, rebuild it,
conceal it, another nigga steals it,
shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
when you you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
rockin, he's ill bitch,
if they sleep dont em just drill shit(?)
see i'm something they got to with,