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

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

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

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

He dug in his system 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 don't let off the leash
Cause they might cross the and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner 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
it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the must be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the to the homicide, you decide to set aside
Well, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die
kid, you're the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't 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 state the facts and make smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

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

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

Yo, cause I'd rather him a uppercut 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 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
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*