Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

Well, he he's from St. Paul
But no, I you're right

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let them off the
Cause they might the street and get hit
a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many of energy till 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 and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool of
Fighting a million and ten battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to 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 be broken

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

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 along for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war stop till 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 them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's I grew to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't no kids 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], well my head in town
I consume you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more push a broom to

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
really is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair we got gray hair
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 throwin jabs just to get him to
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid 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 is he from?
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, bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*