Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you want to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..."
After a minute it, they start to think
"Why the hell they get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, it's best way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
Let me spike the ball because I like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of your
I got a job at the and I quit writing 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, ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook
Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget chocolate milk does to the hangover
on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a 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
on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the grinding of metal
against timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little and some echo
to add extra like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a 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 previous
carry me the meaninglessness
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes
your mind 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 life like a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, he lost touch
with the ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and
And why the hell ain't you to make some ripples in the lake?
I figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and my zone inside the dial tone

[Multiple of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]