Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, vitamins and
with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a on the barn
Top cat chat, begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters buy
So what powers to get them to the top
to fall asleep listening to bach?
The in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye the prism of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from dealings

Now what's a coffin with a scratched
And what's the without the match feeling?
As buried living and picking
Every linen from berry system
Then with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another
Sneaking looks at the stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made and other curls
calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my cut in swirls
moles and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, southern cities large moons
healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear
And looks pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm hard
First part of a party, I throw in parts
One minute you playing pool, next minute you darts
But that's how you do a party that you throw in bars
I run the like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to hearts
Paint cold like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make sets when we handshake
A game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word playin' at the man's states
I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will still treat the like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of
That hovers above cities weather men
And weather woman
Whatever better to tell ya comin'
I prefer girls to all over the world

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

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

Or are we more, than soil tainting, disloyal
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't to it but to do it
Unless you mary, nothin' do it but the truest
Believe all unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, a thesaurus
And I like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair position or of my porridge
Submission for against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin'

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

And, lupe look at all toucans
In a cemetery full of
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons somersaults
Road runners fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert
youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides
Bucaraa roof painting onto the mountain sides
A thousands parts a pound of an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth a count of lies
Chocula by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the for contra
Assorted from my childhood
energy from the wild woods
Electronic combat sign contract
Chinese char cucarachas on contact
Chicago an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the guys
Black obi, shinobi kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the as well
Sound village, leaf village, spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and hail
Faces need samurais to the l
Special research made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with sails
history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never
science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal that you hit with a steel tools
To announce you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to kill
Slipping through the cracks like when you to grill gruel
Take no viking water and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food kills crews
feather-weight baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill over your meal you
Simple as a buddhist in a temple
Standing in some groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
Defeat samsara nirvana and brilliance, yea