Luyện nghe bài hát Badchild

1]
High that's bipolar
but still missing something like I'm diet cola
Trying to boss up like Tony
I'm still a like I'm Joseph Bonanno
stranded on an island like I'm Gilligan
Lost a couple teeth, back to the grill again
Fans acting like it's killing them, cheap tricks
Wasn't working so I went and got my fixed
Known for saying harsh remarks that are dark
Samples chopped like it's arts
Can't complain, like my art
But feel like, I'm waiting for my life to start
Last three catatonic, feeling miserable
Walk around my city and I feel I'm invisible
Never felt I had to ask it for dough
Not Casper the Ghost tight grasping for

2]
Panic in my legs, heavy while I hallucinate
Standing on a ledge about to jump but I'll
Holding on, but I hope soon
'Cause pills the only way I know to these open wounds
Responsibility, killing me
Life to sparkle. Nothing's fucking thrilling me
Used to sit and my words, called it artillery
Now life is torture, would madly end it
Reason I'm still here are for my dogs and my
I expect anyone to understand me
When I was young, love, tendencies
Now I'm older, I got tendencies
Might be punished for my sins, that make sense
Starts a line once, haven't had a break
Maybe I should lower the bar, it's too high
Maybe I should harder, but I do try
to walk around, thank god i'm the shit
Now feel like a piece of in a bottomless pit
to build my strength like beam so I can climb out
But moves so fast, I need a time out