Luyện nghe bài hát Synplicity

Kings and Queens, just show us where we be (you motherfuckers)

Is my mind explicit cause I hang a sinner?
Hand and hand the hatchet but its nuttin familiar
Nonbelievers keep till we finally arrive
Black smoke the family with the red in our eyes
Cold from the death holding on to the past
With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin
Devastated by the that you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, your fate

Kiss the dead, on the red night
Will they cry? Well I think just might
Torturing! What's a frozen
This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be
Spider web, makes it hard to
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to
souls, in my mental game
Murder comes, and goes with no kind of

Power drains, as the dark becomes
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What will ever become, of book that I hold
the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity

Rain drops fall the dark night sky
Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways
You can find me in the shadows without a doubt
for my people and me to come about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's still all
What you throw away is ours to keep, you the children need a pillow
When they go to sleep

Your disease, quite
Once I know, your the of my lust
Acid rain, come on and stick out your
There's enough, for and every single one
Right or left, come me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
Crystal ball, just Synplicity
Kings and Queens, show us where we should be (you motherfuckers)

Power drains, as the dark light
Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too
What ever become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they told

I was with a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped
When I copped a dub at the spot
Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your dick
By a (fuck no!)
What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and
Make me to use one
Can't the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload

Power drains, as the dark becomes
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What will ever become, of book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they told

SYNPLICITY!