Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling something's missing
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the brink of a war
Or the forming of one
I wonder what came
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You made it!
Here! Take this and cap and wave it
Like a of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who worship if we weren't captured and traded

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
I'll be as as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's this average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a sports channels
You can get this package, or this

Who's this
Hey, let's your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other bitch
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, the margin

You die off it
If you do, they hide the
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in kosher food
What the is even kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing

I used to think, would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the would be Vince Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't a chance
When the international are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no pair of
the fuck is an advance?
Niggas live on colored time
What the is in advance?
Tsh, I don't understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Christopher
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all land, huhh
Well, let's move on, because, America's great!
Man I love it
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of these religions, I'm I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all this you hide from
you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
The smell of freedom is my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I don't got all the
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think they for lunch, what's on the menu?
why only ratchet shit is what these kids is into
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really they gentle

children
Grownups with
Grownups with
Who grow up issues
Cancer
Abandonment,
Subliminal screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I the cure
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me your money, give me money!"

in debt
But is a free country!
They your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take mind off being property
Trying to say it
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just looking at my
They know i've sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you a worker bee
the honey tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No more folding hands
Adios, au revoir,