Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

Speaking of out
of out there
Where's he
He's from some other planet, I
He traveled...

I think a myth
I heard about kid
That one St. Paul

No... heh... no
He ain't from St.

Well, he says from St. Paul
But no, I think right

Yeah, he says from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more marketable you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It a little something like this...

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on with me
But let them off the leash
Cause might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of energy everyone repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the must be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a than give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Man, every he ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
describin the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

Because I'd rather give him a than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
take a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and that the lookers
See the moon and the fact pushing you to do more than push a broom to

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is to life than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
But next time I ask you to think, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
it up now! Push it up
Lemme see hands, people (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What is he from?
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard bitchy of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
grab your partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*