Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

Speaking of out
SPEAKING of out
he from?
He's from some planet, I heard
He traveled...

I that's a myth
I about that kid
one from St. Paul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], my head isn't in town
I consume you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a to

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

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

Give you a, it up now, push 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 planet is he
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab your and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*