Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

No... heh... no
He from St. Paul

Well, he says he's St. Paul
But no, I think you're

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along 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
you could break your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
describin the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

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

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got hair
But next time I ask you to think, please don't give me a 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
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
Push it up now! it up
Lemme see them hands, (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 silicone and ice cream maintain 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, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*