Luyện nghe bài hát Pushing Buttons

To out there...

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

I think that's a
I heard that kid
That one from St.

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

Well, he says he's 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 system to find for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
Now I them on walks with me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the and get hit
a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many forms of energy till everyone
Now I'm end this 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 again and and again and again
Until my pen is inseparable from my finger skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll my neck into dudes(?)
my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the to the homicide, you decide 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, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make them
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the 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 I clutch
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, 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 than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
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 you a

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta 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 without a
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the
See the moon and the they pushing you to do more than push a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin
But we proceed to say it fair until we got gray hair
But next I ask you to think, please 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 jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
Push it up now! 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 is he from?
planet 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, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches