Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one goes out to all of those that success
Wait, not the ones that want it
This goes to those that they deserve it
And this one goes to all of that make the moves
and those have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the fine on the edge
To all the about to break it loose

And you don't want to close to feeling it
Initial like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not what he speaks?"
They know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me strain my for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes
Now I travel city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't look back
You better scoop that rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry to sleep
Don't forget what milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land
the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job
And if I pass before get a chance to hear me
'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

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Choking on a wishbone, position out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the

It settles, the constant grinding of metal
against complicated timing, my threshold
Touching the with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm at my hand
Looking for to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I look across the
It equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the sets
carry me through the
Here I am with the extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the occur

2X]

Put your head on the pillow and shut your
Take your mind out the and touch the sky
Then ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
Numbed the and played life like a numbers game
needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
This is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess your
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and
And why the hell ain't you tripping to some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a case
as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the and catch my zone inside the dial tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking together for 38 seconds]