Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet the song's intro]
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his fingers.
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged me,
at a fateful "Blue in the Basement" party.
The dim making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he,
FLASHED A IN MY EYES!
"Look directly the light this time."

I say look the light
See you look like

I scribble on a clean surface, the and worthless {*echoes*

It's life, at the of the point of purchase {*echoes*
freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes*
Make way, and for the melee {*echoes*

The method of my madness could be known
The magic of Aceyalone
Don't, try to set home or off of the
wigs are known to be SPLIT

And a, fan is known to be hit with

Rubber band flows snap back in place
Rap in face, get this motherfucker outta here
He way way way WAY too much
Spit for the victory, they sick of me

I never in the bickery or trickery
There's no con-FUSION, the FUSION
No il-LUSION, cause God rule

Held high, in the sky
The artistic eye leaves you
You're once denied, soon obliged

They say, "rock you don't stop" but you talkin bout
let me guess, you come fi test

But test not he who best, put nonsense to rest
Preachin on a soapbox, on the block

Choke on your tongue, smoke the gun
Broke in the middle, I hope havin fun
HIGH post, dose, high strung
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the
Salt on the slug, caught the plug

with the drugs, taught by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, head of a

Walkin through the of Siberia
away at the rock, or a dynamite block

Right where had to stop, we continue
Think the worst, ink the verse
Sink the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too much to
I close it up by sayin