Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to food
heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons
Bastard polter-gasps the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted in the open blisters
But anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to some ?? to make it through
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews taper out
A mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four wrists severed
I face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
With wild that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the corporate constant sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, up first degrees
Some smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you

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This is how the hermit and the busy bee
losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers having fun
the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten young

If this Jesus piece around your is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will you
Just the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. pool mom bought
they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole
Amongst tadpoles have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee box
Hiding that light the sky in seconds
newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led
I used to I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim who rep a wide pride dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But won't even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't slow

check check
Video check
This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
counties making you upset-set

Magazine check
New check check
This is how the hermit and the bee connect-nect
losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper snipers clock-tower fun
the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a crisis when you're ten years young

Aboard the grey sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay
So now I'll probably write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the portable
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in