Luyện nghe bài hát Shovel

I shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the consequences of the jungle
I'm huggin the Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
I budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

My kitchen sink like your itching to speak a secret
the world spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why?
His beaming smile knew a private agony burns
And when the children met divinity I sat to the merge
It pandemonium live
mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid
Play your card till the misery clash
And a basket case is in a classless matrix elastic stitches

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

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

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

I shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
Lovin the of uprooting the jungle
I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini contenders from viewin the puzzle
I don't budge the encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4

Encased inside the gauntlets in quotas X2