Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

Speaking of out
SPEAKING of out
he from?
He's from some other planet, I
He traveled...

I that's a myth
I heard about kid
That one St. Paul

No... heh... no
He ain't St. Paul

Well, he says from St. Paul
But no, I think right

Yeah, he says he's from St.
Cause it's, it's more when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It a little something like this...

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
Now I take on walks with me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a become a way of life
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the machine must be

Cause he'd give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Man, every he ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make them
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're listenin to brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the when you get rich, man
I'll a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the moon and the fact pushing you to do more than push a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
But next I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! it up
Lemme see hands, people (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What planet is he
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches