Luyện nghe bài hát Papercutz

Hey, it's the same again
Microphones fully loaded and
I try to make this end
But it seems I'm returnin' a

it's the same again
fully loaded and friend
Funny I try to this end
But it seems I'm

Yeah, paper,
Papercutz,
Here we go, cut-t
papercutz,
paper, paper, cutz, papercutz paper paper,

So ah k-os, Are you gonna do another man?

Yo man, yo you see all there,
you critics, hey it out

Yo, I I said i'd exit
But i do it the minute
It flowed from my
can't exist
In a past paradise
dice, holdin' Christ
on a platinum chain, by ice
sisinel sirus?, you can't deny
Because the has brokin'
and tokens been replaced by legal tender
Great pretendas tried to my agenda
I dismembered their thought
and now move in circles like Saturn
Spinning out of orbital Yea
The radio station is and so is my motivation yea
the pen and the pad are the only friends that I had
When the can not be seen
I'm a fiend for the rap game and its gettin them like I'm a
That move in articulate shadow appeal
What is is irrelative, it is relatively revealed
why i sharpen these words
To you like
And I wreck visual images like I'm Lutz
What's the name of runaway train?
call it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' insane
This thing called the rap game, I'm insane
Lyrically I'm arcane, and such is

OK
lets slow it down a little bit like this

Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic
don't to think on a diamond
Gotta take it back, to the heart
That I felt I saw the sign
down from the sky
like a Jehovah
Got a crib and a rover
But so what, i'm not
takin' sips but I don't skip
Just trips so I don't tip
papercutz just ain't enough
They makin' hits, and I can't
Just at Hammer now
My grammar is tighter,
In light of freedom fighter, rhythm writer and
And yet you try it
you can't buy it
I saw you and slippin'and fool I'm so tired
of fake and you best believe
got tricks and the trade up my sleeve
and I to God when I'm on my knees
that I can break it, cut paper, Paper

paper paper papercutz

we are the reaches

I've captured fractions of the globe inside my mind in fleeting moments that I hold to and throw them to infinity
in every or less then every breath of less then each confession states a second of the time thats slowly killing me
inside these sentences the place my repentance is
I'm so afraid in trying to these exits into entrances
I'm thinkin all of what i had and scratch it down a pad
but saw the light of day
hence the tension is, rising up of me
crying for those died for me,
my true
but it seems the selfish in me
talk but they got listenin'
kissing the ground and living in deception at the time
there's nothing to put vision
in the
could of to pull the world over their own eyes
go blind
thinking the comforts but they don't realize
each and word
it has
thoughts become
standards and
those fleeting momemnts i spoke of, they got more than taken
thoughts better off then laws, we call inspiration
fragments of the globe we use them as illumination
moving on the fabric of time the purpose is making so

buh-bye buh-by baa baa baa baaaaa

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