Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you want to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
a minute within it, they start to think
"Why the they didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me my lungs for the love of popping amps
Let me the ball 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 writing rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, life of a
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, at my Gucci, it's about that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of finds
Fly angel fly, ever look back
You scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what milk does to the hangover
on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job
And if I pass they get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my

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Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and the flame

It never settles, the constant of metal
against complicated timing, developing my
the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra like pesto
Yo, the cards are and now I'm staring at my hand
Looking for to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The felt as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the previous
me through the meaninglessness
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

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Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take your out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying tears in the
The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers
needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and I sit home alone
I kick the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone

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