Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the
Top cat chat, let's begin yarn
flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get to the top
Just to asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon I drop
Dribbling the eye across the of a clock
That meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match
As buried and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry
Then proceed the pack feeding
I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother
Incense smoke vortices and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for girls
I like my cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities with large
healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear
And smells like and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I in parts
One minute you playing pool, next you throwing darts
But that's how you do with a party that you throw in
I run the gambit like I'm throwing
From popular mechanics to hearts
Paint cold pictures like nova scotia
Nerd make mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam
Backup the word playin' at the man's states
Mean I can still be the man if the dam
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they face
My peers will still the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of
That hovers above cities like men
And weather woman
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer girls to reign all the world

And not like, rain man or rain like rain dance
Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's
Or rein deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that over made man
And not like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a wave
So you make a fan by waving your
I'm wave like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse you almost voiceless
You gotta your vocal chords like it's a fortress
And every single one of your words like reinforcements
And especially when recording
that's the portion that's important
When I was reporting I was poor
But now I'm more
It's still hooker on my sugar hills and sweet spots
shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
Deep in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
A little scene the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
And a hundred words for hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks a parakeet that beat box
So the sun rise when the drops
And the sun dies when the beat
Then it unties, then it
it relapsed, then it detox
Then heat back a heat pack
On his knee caps of the weak
Cause he want what we got, like

Then forge poetry a young honory morrissey
Then it to the golden locks thots
Who their porridge all watery
Not nor sorbity
the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, like a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding barbie
A river of like a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis out of barbasol
Somebody give them the
If you love her, don't ever send her to mall's
if she lonely she might end up in macauly's claws
Coming out the closet over goblets down at gras
The fame, champagne, of shame lobby call
My reposition was black of activism
Ammunition for abolition, missions systems
But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on
Are we apps or are we filled with apparitions
Operating applications, inside a apple prison
Chicken and download updates that lack religion

Or are we more, soil tainting, disloyal changelings
with boy and goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal
I sit back and watch the world the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the
all that unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I feel like a to a clitoris
The water heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair or conditions of my porridge
Submission for against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weave out the motherfuckin' forest

As I a nerve storm
I my pictures in word form
Bury the hatchet how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like kool-aid facing
Having conversations with combinations
to my concentration
So that's oj the juiceman oj with two hands
And two gloves, that's too
To judge who was, who blood

And, look at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons somersaults
Road don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as on the desert floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the sides
A parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and
Incinerated shoes and the manual for
Assorted memories my childhood
energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat konami contract
Chinese char cucarachas on contact
spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging is in chicano
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja into the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin'
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, in the pack as well
Sound village, village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching
need samurais to catch the l
Special research made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better
Maybe irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a tools
To that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out they house to let gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my pool
I it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not following pill
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' mood
Roller maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill moves your meal you
Simple as a monk in a temple
Standing in some heel with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he realizes his
Defeat samsara achieves and brilliance, yea