Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pan

This be the dawning of the age of dead
Stitchin every b-boy
Somebody live enough to bust the belly with a fist up
This is a right now generation murdered by the fan
is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a force activated
No I'm not alright

Formed by the of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water threw the fickle back
But by the still three nickels in a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic with big visions
In a matchbox apartment a crooked starship
Who better nation a million's the remedy
Nine planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
Me Through The Gates
I'm bout as sick of burning find the slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist conduct
Warm for a second to the he whored herself to disaster
I recognize the by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll now, ask after
Calibrate the happy when he's soakin
wet a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, tall stories of broad
I'll be god while still living life on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be gramacin, homes poor, and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat and cardboard monstrosity
I a bad glass of gumption
Not bad bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild
I committed murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in days
Right now, im here to break a point of big plus my screen
I was never in a russmeyer bixon
Spit sob stories to confront my addictions
Of the basement at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I scream Misery (better take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of dirty
I'll be the ugliest of paranoia
kingpin set in motion by the pressure
Some get excited when the sun folds
get excited when the summer hits the pavement
Some get when the bullet hits bone and a board
I'll escape through the train yard and sleep till broken

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This be the settling of debt of warm
A mobile b-boy
Somebody mad to cut apart the curtain with a fist up
is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial
This is the heater to a movement-dead
When I fifth and got sparks
No I'm not alright