Luyện nghe bài hát E.B.A.H.

Intro: Tech
I'm hella up, yes, I know
A lot of good and bad stuff as I
So now that I gotta life when I'm both all I can say

Hook: Tech
What's my EBAH!
brain, angel heart
Evil brain, heart
brain, angel heart
Evil brain, heart!

[Verse 1: N9ne]
Fucking right, I'm a and I'm loving it
Call me anything but my government
I can love a bit, no, a big my get
But in my brain I stay insane and I'm always on other shit!
Really fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this
See me take I stuck her with then I gotta run and give it to another chick
trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a brick
Making them Magnum rubbers split, what a prick, the sick!
Now back to my love, to go there
Even when it's annoying long nose hair
I can so share my heart in the air
And it's no fair, the of it is so rare
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched rhymes
Take me light and my will take your breath time
me Chakra-tease or you can call me Tech N9ne
But I found my new sinister out of respect I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 2: N9ne
Liberate me,
I'm an angel and on this wicked planet understands my angle is love
I was sent from above, but I've landed in
Psycho bandit, I've become a frightful damage and
Missile you Mitchells are and mixed in the middle of my menace
Murderous, Michael my mimic
Mom, you a monster, I'm making minions in minutes
Money motivated mishap asmodeus monikers
Feel I'm on Molly, heart as big as my body
When a hottie naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My obese swelling when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, like a beast, I'm
Bloody murder, muddy word of death rhymes
Take me and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me chakra-tease or you can call me Tech
But since I found my new sinister out of I'm

Hook: Tech

3: Tech N9ne
My heart, smell like, icing
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of things
Of Christ brings bright wings, from thy king
Knight, seems right around the corner in my
Horse shit, and human puke is this smell
To whom wondered my level, this is hell
my crown I kill a gangster with fecies pig tail
And I'll live 137 years Ishmael
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't
E.B.A.H, there go A. Yates
women as a bait, and they face, fishscale!
Just nut, all the others suck
Sweet as a and fake as a rubber duck
Evil brain, angel heart, yes, I much
And I never cover up, (I'm a Klusterfuk)