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
This goes to those that feel deserve it
And one goes to all of those that make the moves
and that have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the line on the edge
To all the heads about to it loose

And you don't want to close to feeling it
reaction like "Yo, I don't 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, 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 your
I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes
Now I from city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, about that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook
Maybe you should that Mustang for a Jeep
So you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the on your Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and me quit my job
And if I pass before 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, blown out the frame
Pissed on the to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the constant grinding of
against complicated timing, developing my
Touching the gestalt with a little and some echo
to add extra flavor pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm at my hand
for something 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 with the extracting nerves
toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

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Put your head on the pillow and your eyes
Take your mind out the and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much trail of blood, sweat and love
of flame, crying tears in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
Numbed the brain and life like a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost
the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they know me, it's best 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 guess 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 sake arguing a lost case
as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial

[Multiple of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]