Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he he's from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more marketable when you talk about from Earth
But it out
It a little something 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 take on walks with me
But don't let them off the
Cause they cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need 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 with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
Until my pen is inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it what you believe 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 just to get him to look
Man, every thought he ever had sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a 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 him a push

From the side to the southside, to the wild side 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 would die
kid, you're the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named 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 steady throwin jabs 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
Rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet 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 take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a full of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my 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 your head, and you to see
There really is more to life than bustin and smokin [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair 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 give him a than 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 afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push 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 planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
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 listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*