Luyện nghe bài hát Synthesizer

Intro: andre benjamin and clinton *singing*

Everybody's got
On the way living
But see they fill your shoes
Life is made of half (illusion)
Forty confusion (confusion)
Whatever's I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea
You don't know what been through (oooh)
Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, eat, tonight)
Uh-oh, oh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight)
Hey hey (he with her booty and her face) hey hey
And (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)
All in all it's all in my

one: big boi

You know it's that high guy, from p.i.
Spittin the of reality, you mad at me
Boi how you gonna me?
You want me to and talk that bullshit?
I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that southern shit
That harder than yo' shit, lil' shit
That make niggaz think about the trigger
you pull it, on liquor stores and banks
Them folks got more than bullets to put that ass
Off in the slang, don't no gang, we the niggaz
That did that "ain't no but a chicken wang"
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like
We outkast til it's over, barbeque and never
For bro

"in tonight's news, 20th technology:
Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors too far?
or frankenstein?
Dr. scholl's, or dr. jekyll and mr.
Are we digging new ground,
Or digging our own story at 11"

Verse two: george

Valley are horny tonight (synthesizer)
logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer)
Ooooh ooh .. (synthesizer)
oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)

Conceived under the of toxic wasted doctors
Computer buggin device-a and vice versa
And various
Performing with laser precision and verbal incision
For a lingustic lobotomy
you, a psycho-sodomy
Of the medula
your mind down your spine and out your behind
you

Verse three: andre

Synthesizer, me
Give me a drug so I can make seven
Pump my up, can you suck the fat up
Please make my appear
Like ain't no thing as bad luck
My, nose right
Like I a new one
Just your pick, a yellow red
A or a blue one
reality, virtual, bullshit
Synthesizer preachers can you
Up in the
Who a
Give me my gat so I can smoke this
his mamma not to cry
Because they can clone him
it took his daddy to make him
Niggaz bitin
Thought records radio never played dem
Instant, quick grits, new,
hurry, rush rush, world on the move
Marijuana but ciggarettes cool
I look kinda funny but I ain't no fool
Now if you synthesize I emp-athize
Now if you wanna I emp-athize
But if you synthesize I will
Your man

four: george clinton

Ghetto boy tonight
Scsi with a in a cage
sinkin down and stretchin out
So sleepy, safe in cyberspace
(synthesizer)
Cybersexy (synthesizer)
Web walkin in the
Digital good time, good time
she'd lapdance on your laptop
While your laptop's in lap
Digital time, digital good time
wendy
Web in the nude
good time, digital good time
Said tapdance on your laptop
While your laptop's in lap
Digital good time, digital time
good time, digital good time
Cybersexy
Web walkin in the
Digital good time, digital good
Digital good time, digital time
logic, it's groovy..