Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

[Hook] {Old vocals
"Think put on a record" {X4}

Put on a
Think put on a record
Think put on a record
Let it spin again, again, again,
Then
Put on a
Think put on a record
Think put on a record
the end, the end, the end, the end, the end.
1]
Think I'ma put on a record, reckon you wanna
I'm a ball, wreck a site recollect the vibe
CD's, put it in your deck and drive
Jeopardise freedom, not be a second time
Petrified as the pressure rise like the price
I'm the next in line Bin Laden's fifty second wife
Step the mind, mine so electrifying
Check the time, dropping quicker than insecticide
A Dr Jekyll hiding the mind of Hyde
turn a blind eye like Alqueda buying dynamite
Still tryna write, still find the time
When you sign the - meet more dicks than a virgina's life
A silent night, when I recite a line my lips
The darkest in my family like Richie
A sixty transfixing melody
the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is.

Hear the DJ spin the
Come back like a winner's lap
Never would you get sick of that
that shit, yep bring it back
Hear the DJ the track
A diplomat
Kicking back, gin or Jacks
Rewind that and bring it back

Just let it play, vibrations through your vertebrae
Dieing to stay the highest like you were Brazil's rate
all you nerd and hating sherminators
Percolated coffee, at night in this nocturnal age
the page still unpaid, I'm paid in paper clips
The pain of being played I'm praying to the plagiarist
The turntablist razor blade
cutting than Darth Vadar did to his own son
Run with hunger like goldilocks the rock
And me and rap we rap together Holden and Brock, what?
It's the music, it makes your mood move with the
Quicker a little you with some voodoo pins
So we

3]
Imprisoned in this composition
A vision with every the listener can picture
a situation, some rated/over played like Neighbours
Some then lead off the stage like Ray is (BOOOOOO)
Everyday the same play, the the shit on TV
yah gonna watch you're lost in Simpsons repeats
Knee deep in see, monkey do
Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? new
Proven is short, fuck it man what's mine is yours
Wise from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety four
Vinyl out all the memories you swallowed in
Riders of the given life to Jim Morrison
Coroners report walking around the corodor
A law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
If a bombing or running from an under cover's Commodore
When you're home there's nothing that you want than


[Hook]
"Put on a
Think fix myself some dinner
Frozen egg or spagetti from a can"