Luyện nghe bài hát Shere Kahn

[Sample from
"You can come, I'll right over
Any day you
System 605, 91"

I wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side effects
Consumed, cocooned in antisocial drenched!
Gridled between pillars of polar value lies
a grey so it's got eye fiendin for the sky
Synthesized lies rise
Sittin inside solidified plastics who's burns germ compatible
My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire
brick stalker walking shifty
I am but a prototype metroid programmed to holocaust
while soakin in the stages of denial
petty soldiers seem fragile like Jaquemetti sculptures
Embedded in aramatic cultures. rock steady vultures
I's the guise of rowin a soul
My wingspan flags in the snow of the poles

Swerve my alignment solitary confinement and jade it
Stripping, color my passion

[Ann
You always seem like a grey cat to me
Sleepin the silvery moon
Paws curled beneath your
'til the sun round just around noon
And you would greet me, purring in doorway
up your tail around my hips
And I would go to your mouth wide
for my nourish to come from your lips
And I you
And you it
Just
To let me
But I you
you're lonely
And you how
To me

For the love of my personal practice I
where fluxes and societal withdrawl collides
fuel by the fury
Spun a ring my honor
but the opulence took in my horror
masquerade
Cast amongst the braiding of
and blazing terror that blew the lock down off my
I stay agent till the sky falls
Reverse the till my fellow lost children disperse

Colville]
And your footsteps leading down the
never seem to be quite my own
Your is smokey circles
it blinded me I turned towards home
And you would watch me far in the
held high above your head
I only the territory where there's nothing left, to be said
And I you
And you it
Just
To let me
But I you
Cause you're
And you how
To me

[Sample Sing-A-Song]
"You can come, I'll leap over"

I make music and color to canvas
Swoop down from the trees with potpourris and other
randomly upon the valleys of the grimace
Saw my planted stars burnin from the oustide in
Meaning your clout thin
Salt prep the blades prior to phase in my ever changin underworld
a day to decorate a traitor
That sting never fades like wounds from sling blades
Follow my portion, Im gonna distortion and spit the filter

(Sing-A-Song High Tone Voice)]
"You can come, I'll right over
Any day you
System 605, 91"