Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they says

You
slavery
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to school to get a job to pay for it
a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

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

Push yo shit
As long as my is intact
be as political 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 batting average, or
Compare his to his passes
a thousand sports channels
You can get this package, or package

Who's this
Hey, let's compare your emotional baggage to my emotional
And see who calls each bitch fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your off it
They make the sky
Prescribe the
a high profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, they hide the
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in kosher food
What the fuck is even food?
generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep 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 to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now when the haters are The
The crowd doesn't stand a
When the bankers 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 never get no pair of Vans
What the fuck is an
Niggas live on people time
the fuck is in advance?
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Christopher
Holding Pocahontas'
History is the shortest month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land,
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of these religions, I'm glad I one
All of these beliefs and the right one
Trying to process all this you hide from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and condition your mind hon'

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

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

Psychological
with issues
Grownups with
Who grow up issues
tissues
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

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

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they comedy
Anything to take they mind off property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

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

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