Luyện nghe bài hát Save Yourself

(Chill with ill behavior) - KRS sample

Pull the pin out, sheep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary lunge mixer
Kill the for stability, jeopardy's a stickler
Its bob and weave amalgam played the to your fixture
I branch out, arms flailing
wailin upon a sound circuit
slightly Gershwin
a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service
workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain
I be the now observatory eye ear antenna
Spittin a dragon with a similar demeanor
stood innocent bystand the diehard fans turn Rip Van
in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated gauntlet
Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent
Pushin war without the ten step cushion and (what)
I plan to hold beat positive sacred in these golde veins
the day I die from grimace overload
It's (it's shock)
treatment by the weekend
this still be a getaway, let's the sequence it goes:
One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel
And the rest to sweep the mess under the (under the carpet)
I drag a yellow taxi meter every measure
And charge for labeling me shepherd
"That'll be Six Fifty tip darlin,
I cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons"
Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to in on stardom
Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both based in Carbon
Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than
And maybe hip-hop'll you from the pit-stop
em all, yield
(naw man It me it was Holden Caulfield brother
I read and pulled the trigger)
Oh God, leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates
capture the halo, jet back to base, past the chase
the bad taste of jet-lag and slackers
aint nothin broken, where you at?
The pump perfect, where you at?
The bass is Merlin, where you at?
This service is a urgent workin
Purging lookin for an improper cause is whack

(Chorus 2x)
What are you saving, (honestly, honestly)
What are you saving, (honestly, no honestly)
What are you saving, (damn)
Promise me you gon shut the up and recognize
What you holdin aint really

I don't flick like my sick friend (friend)
I don't march like Beetle Bailey a quick trend (trend)
I don't frequent steeples on my weekend (end)
And I don't comment if you formulate a Zen.
All I ever wanted was a getaway
take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands
I can not agree to follow a leader while on the
A war a reason for the Brady hates gore
out your dead we can put em in a pile
And burn em the novels for the kids then to admire
the ones that speak from a different life
Brewin other killer noise the sentiment...
Okay, to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention blender
Oh yeah I'll let God the bench for now but
I'll ascend to y'all dizzy
(and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. me)
Yo, let the commoners speak
Then disperse eye jammies for that swear by third pupil
But can't see past the
Motherfucker, my word is born like triplets
With doctor, lawyer, rocket promise
(let em leisurely)
Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this
Once my shpeel's I'ma save you a seat in the front row
Of Aesop twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar
And all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud
I hacks to the (backboard)
a (latchcord)
Fury's far (obsolete)
a (crack war)*
Raw caricature of standard branded by the labor
With a thousand reasons to end this for one of you saviors
Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant
it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged
Keep me posted as to you grasp something mature to
sit and sulk mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record

(Chorus 2x)

The Authors, they aint got nothin to
The Overground, man aint got nothin to save
Def Jux, they aint got nothin to
The Addams Family, aint got nothin to save
Weightless, aint got nothin to save
Stronghold man, they aint got to save
Rhymesayers baby, aint got nothin to save
Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to

it's that
***- whore