Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I don't instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the of uprooting the jungle
I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the motives encased the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

My kitchen sink like your itching to speak a secret
'bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged and why?
His beaming knew a private agony that burns
And the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge
It goes pandemonium
Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin
Play your sympathy till the misery clash
And a case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches

Raggin a bag of lonely poem
Short of breath like you're short of
You're a mess
spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans
Trying to dismiss pioneering their fortunes
a spectacle
Pushin for lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking
You touched the of God and I'm like
What are all these evils plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in
You got life in a basket before you could say instant classic
Like the king of the requires a boost
I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at aid clinics
For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 lips, spittin
Beanstalk, chalking outlines before fly
Walking trying to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit breaker
Service in the half of nature
See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated
Warmingly *piggy colony to comfort
Numb enough to deny the sin pins and needles even punctured
Till he define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

I don't shrug instead of the of my shovel
Lovin the of uprooting the jungle
I'm the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the motives encased the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

Burn burn em
Stuck unplucking plumage out the
Soaking in on a sofa with ductape upholstery
Dirty doc space medic
Stoned by the commoners for
Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats till
Happy hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion
Complete with a thankless 9-5
You can sign your life the facts
Wicked soldiers pickin buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot
All in a breath
I
Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over heart transplants
a glass partially empty till their hand cramps
With a iceman (?) and stand with a (?)
But I do
Yeah yeah maybe all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter
I mean attention's a must
You wanna be overlooked
but you don't wanna be looked over too much
One up for the dashed hopes of fifty who crashed boats
and the angels who never hit a bad note when
I'm an plated farmer
I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new at the writers bench
Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no on the fence
You make me chuckle child, hells kitchen now, miss
Recognize your life is merely for bigger fish

I don't shrug instead of the of my shovel
the consequences of uprooting the jungle
I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the
I don't budge the motives encased inside the hung in quotas X4

Encased inside the hung in quotas X2