Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one out to all of those that want success
Wait, not just the that want 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 walk the fine line on the edge
To all the about to break it loose

And you don't want to come close to it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they get it, did they 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 spike the ball because I 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 from to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that time
for me to pawn this piece of and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't look back
You better that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that for a Jeep
So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to me
'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

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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 grinding of metal
complicated timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some
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 spot to
The anger as I look across the land
It doesn't to the eagerness and hunger to expand
Move past, the is set, the previous sets
carry me through the
Here I am with the word extracting
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash

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Put head on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take your mind out the ghetto and the sky
Then come down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, tears in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he 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
child is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make 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 telephone and catch my zone inside the dial

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