Luyện nghe bài hát Panic Attack (the P.a.)

Little momma got a little pill to
A little water to it down the tunnel
Gotta walls but the house is hollow
Got a lot of holes, never found the
attack, so what's the plan of attack?
You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to
You battle with shadow from front to back
Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and be that
your head up. I know your fed up
But don't let it get up to the top of them steps
Instead of with the pieces that got messed up
get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the buzz
Self-medicated, on elevated
Help take the self-hate and celebrate it
And I could tell you hated it when you naked
but the tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?
And if the don't kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a spill
tricky get busy of a fifty bill
So take the little pill straight to your grill

Here it comes, there it goes again. attack. [x8]

So you drinking? So what you popping?
So what you eating? So you dropping?
So you smoking? So what you sniffing?
So how you So what's the difference?

Contagious, it runs like the does
Sedate the sober and over
The of pain that make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that jumped just to the bassment
Look honey everbody a help-up buddy
No body's drug-free, the would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a of a junky?
The only that separates is who takes your money
All smile like we're gonna go wild
Order up a shot, filled up now
Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush
we fight all night about to name the love child
I'm on that go nuts that got that gold touch
Fresh fly wild bold what like the cold
No luck, hold much, just an old flush
made up of hearts high off the faux-blush
Freak outs, out, and bleed out, and speak out
and reroute and seak out the weak
And we doubt, but when I see it out
the beast I'll for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out."

Here it comes, there it goes again. attack. [x8]

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