Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy assumption of man the heaven's sphere
mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11
Pause for applause, to what was never here
Born to death, to die
Form the flesh, the eyes

A veritable storm of forms swarms the skies
norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and
Farthest standing, I was

Two one hand, one man bands jamming in
He who naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and
And handing out handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the of the wagon
Out the of the madam
Out the back of the

out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a where it's so simple but not
temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they won't you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, gon' hit you a lot
These are real from a savage mind
man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and half your time
Fit the life of a whole in only half a line
In the life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the
yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell

huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the
He buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
an unsettling scene
An setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the of queens
The architecture is you've never seen
clean

That's three at the same time
They killed three bird the same
And one each in every hand with the bluffing
Answers each and every man the same question
is it?

But you still know but I already done did it
I heavy, the physics, it's all
But already specific
If we doing what's already done, that it's already terrific
That's meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the space
So I made a gallery of made of all space

If it was more small, it would be Law
the land of the po' where we war saw
From the of a pro to whore jaw
Make a to the store till the snow thaw
from paper boy to editor
From Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the houses of settlers
One of several who can come and charm the predators

We who measure the tools of measurers
We who pleasure the tubes of pleasurers
We who at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the rules of leveragers
to death, born to die
Mourn immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is salary
It's like fantasies combatting your

I'm just to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your
To instill what kills destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal that build factories
What looks Roman senator reveals macabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's
it's quatos

Now, we back to of salt
I back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying pintos in payloads
Now, that's strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was bricks
Can like Tekken 5, even taking 6

rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still
I this making sense
tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
A for taking whips
I'm just to redeem
With these hands full of bars, beat me for coming clean
To unify the
If you know it, then come and
Don't bust in I'm sleep
becoming dreams

Samurais die from another sword
This is meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, the underscore
Think deep, but let it fry your motherboards
Diptique, so now the painting's
But this is Jr's