Luyện nghe bài hát E.B.A.H.

Intro: Tech
I'm hella mixed up, yes, I
A lot of and bad stuff as I grow
So now that I live life when I'm both all I can say

Hook: N9ne
What's my EBAH!
Evil brain, angel
brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel
Evil brain, heart!

[Verse 1: N9ne]
Fucking right, I'm a and I'm loving it
Call me but my motherfucking government
I can a bit, no, a big my love'll get
But in my brain I stay and I'm always on some other shit!
Really wanna a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this
See me take what I stuck her with I gotta run and give it to another chick
Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a
Making them rubbers split, what a prick, the brother's sick!
Now to my love, like to go there
Even when it's like long nose hair
I can so share my heart in the air
And it's no fair, the size of it is so
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take breath time
Call me Chakra-tease or you can call me Tech
But since I found my new sinister out of I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 2: N9ne
me, Lord
I'm an angel and on this wicked planet nobody my angle is love
I was from above, but I've landed in blood
Psycho bandit, I've become a damage and scud
Missile you are misinformed and mixed in the middle of my menace
Murderous, Myers' my mimic
Mom, you made a monster, I'm making in minutes
Money motivated asmodeus monikers mended
Feel like I'm on Molly, as big as my body
a hottie gets naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My obese heart when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, a beast, I'm yelling
Bloody murder, word of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my will take your breath time
Call me chakra-tease or you can call me Tech
But since I my new sinister out of respect I'm

Tech N9ne

Verse 3: N9ne
My heart, like, vanilla icing
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of things
Of Christ bright wings, placement from thy king
Knight, seems right around the in my dreams
Horse shit, piss and puke is this smell
To whom ever my level, this is hell
my crown I kill a gangster with fecies pig tail
And I'll live 137 years like
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't
E.B.A.H, go creepy A. Yates
Using as a bait, and they face, fishscale!
Just another nut, all the suck
Sweet as a buttercup and fake as a rubber
brain, angel heart, yes, I utter much
And I cover up, why? (I'm a Klusterfuk)