Luyện nghe bài hát Synthesizer

Intro: andre benjamin and george clinton

got opinions
On the way you're
But see they fill your shoes
Life is made of illusion (illusion)
Forty percent (confusion)
left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea
You don't know I've been through (oooh)
Hell I might go you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight)
Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that boy just wanna eat tonight)
Hey hey (he scuffles her booty and her face) hey hey
And mm-mmmmmm (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some yea)
All in all all in my head

one: big boi

You know it's that guy, from east p.i.
the realness of reality, you mad at me
Boi how you gonna me?
You want me to and talk that bullshit?
I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that good shit
That harder than yo' hood shit, shit
That make y'all niggaz think the trigger
Before you it, on liquor stores and banks
Them folks got than enough bullets to put that ass
Off in the slang, don't no gang, we the niggaz
did that "ain't no thang but a chicken wang"
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga dildo
We outkast til it's over, and never mildo
For bro

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two: george clinton

Valley are horny tonight (synthesizer)
Fuzzy logic, pubic virginity (synthesizer)
oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)
Ooooh ooh .. (synthesizer)

Conceived under the influence of toxic doctors
buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa
And viruses
with laser light precision and verbal incision
For a lingustic ballistic
you, a psycho-sodomy
Of the medula
Accept your mind down your and out your behind
you

Verse three: andre

Synthesizer, me
Give me a drug so I can make babies
my breasts up, can you suck the fat up
Please my life appear
Like ain't no thing as bad luck
My, nose right
Like I a new one
Just your pick, a yellow red
A or a blue one
reality, virtual, bullshit
Synthesizer preachers can you
Up in the
Who a
Give me my gat so I can smoke this
his mamma not to cry
Because they can clone him
Than it took his to make him
Niggaz bitin
provokin records radio never played dem
Instant, quick grits, new,
Hurry hurry, rush rush, on the move
Marijuana but ciggarettes cool
I might look kinda funny but I no fool
Now if you wanna I emp-athize
Now if you synthesize I emp-athize
But if you synthesize I understand
Your man

four: george clinton

Ghetto boy tonight
Scsi a booty in a cage
Problem sinkin and stretchin out
So sleepy, playing in cyberspace
(synthesizer)
Cybersexy (synthesizer)
Web in the nude
Digital good time, digital time
Said she'd lapdance on laptop
While your laptop's in lap
Digital time, digital good time
Cybersexy
Web in the nude
Digital good time, digital time
Said she'd tapdance on laptop
While laptop's in your lap
Digital good time, digital good
Digital good time, digital time
Cybersexy
Web walkin in the
Digital good time, digital time
Digital time, digital good time
logic, it's groovy..