Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm to give it to you
With no
Raw like that Aesop rock list militia
While bent funny bone grown
Spit a and 1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap water builds
Right I it straight to mainline
You want to do the Fine
These profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian baboon spin-off
Where everyday a strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth
Five Sixths sweat trying to keep it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly rope
Broke inches tired of dry
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down
Well, when the rumor spreads that stupid
be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it beyond
Does it ice grill you or is every faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't you name it?
Does it babble nothing like a drunken atheist?
We run that Orwells '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and with his or her own work spear specifics
around the cobra kisses
See if the overloads this vision
I'm going to suck the poison out and it
Stole my but your features never fit in
Servers you right for to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across yo-yo string
Until you the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It boom boom boom

Earth to a-r burden has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is down a
Murder up, glee down and falling
Still crawling out of bed at 2 on
this blind soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump normalcy for 10
Let the burner boiling point descend
I the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and
While we try and jump hoops
Like Island freak show midgets
Want to be a pilot
Driving that early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic model
Sit and bullets on a console
Busting accidental dirt bike
Outside the most poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel intention inventions sideshow
See to popular certainty
I alone advance an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of fans
Holding every chance to own the I roam
dome in hands
Truly be its only camper happy the scrap heap
See I convinced it's on
Therefore it is and the settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these
I tried to get them all
And I quit and said I didn't care
when they all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom