Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
With a composition
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and spells
by the spelling bee
And they says

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

Consider my affidavit
Yo, the ruling class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine yo ass
Agricultural skills would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a useless
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash from the 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 track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's this average, or
Compare his passes to his
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

this savage?
Hey, let's compare your emotional to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other bitch
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about your bitch
And it's quite the optic, to take your eyes off it
They the sky toxic
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is even kosher
Third crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but out to my Oakland crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up truths

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the fuck Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Vince
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't stand a
When the international bankers are through the stands

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

Like a going HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the shortest
I just hope you understand, the
Native Indians get shit but
and some yams, like

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

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

What the fuck you think 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 kids is
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really just gentle

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

I the cure
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!
They dock your pay, what a
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, want comedy
Anything to take they mind off being
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

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

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