Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..."
a minute within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not 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 amps
Let me spike the ball because I don't to dance
Let me paint a on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing
Now I travel from city to city, of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
for me to pawn this piece of and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and that
Maybe you should trade Mustang 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 that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and 'em all about my theory

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

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

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

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking together for 38 seconds]