Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
tried to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness with a hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is my discoveries are so fucked and ugly,
that i away faster then the speed of sound,
outer city hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm further till the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are basketball with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the that life is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make cash,
and round at suits and ties at peeps resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact people sit and mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat where peeps actually decide what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will probably me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's high,
man i swear the planet cannot all these addicts,
the sky will vanish into darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble wrapped where the hubble tracks,
the of the population living every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags edward scissortoungue,
in search for secret code words in the that he generates,
'cause generation is glued to the for days,
a marathon of that i can not translate,
my lakes alive in flames,
my microphone describes the ways that Mr edward sits on it and procrastinates.

[Dirt
I day pace and escapism baby,
and maybe i may seem didn't change me,
i being lazy and lay about blazin,
a ridden shade spittin out little grape seeds,
so women shout if you me (heeey),
i know i rate being on tapes to the ladies,
but i'm james and i can't change if you paid me,
i'll dance in the till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd shine some floors,
then write rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit rich fucking ride your horse,
i've got a shit little and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a bore and i'm still find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write lines in a beehive,
we lick and sweet people behind me,
if your lively

[Jam
there nuttin like a 9 to 5,
to merc your urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
when brightons lights the jake that burns,
collate the and arrive on the naked earth today,
i life in a hazy blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait turn to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll burn for days in your church,
my would burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd escape the if i just had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but control z never like the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking lust has you,
bun you got the time any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and i'll from this island of violence and war,
and the warbling prized from the jaws,
of my former confinement if to conform,
then rise from your moore cause the kids hellbound,
your thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat dripping from a prang fist,
swimmin in a missing his atlantis,
thats rich coming the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many and i'm ever descending