Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you want to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a minute it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did not hear what he speaks?"
They know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow 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 picture on the surface of 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, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that time
for me to this piece of junk 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 cook
Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to
Don't what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish
Ditch the lard cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all my theory

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

It never settles, the constant of metal
against complicated timing, my threshold
Touching the with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor 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 across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
Move past, the is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
Here I am with the word extracting
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the occur

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Put your head on the pillow and shut your
Take mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying in the rain
The blunder game, and it out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game
Poppa needs a new of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
This child is your so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make ripples in the lake?
I can't it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home
I kick over the telephone and my zone inside the dial tone

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