Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one goes out to all of those that want
Wait, not just the ones that it
This goes to that feel they deserve it
And this one goes to all of that make the moves
and that have paid the dues
To all of those that 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 "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they to think
"Why the hell didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
Let me spike the ball I don't like to dance
Let me paint a on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever look
You better scoop dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to
Don't forget what chocolate milk to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on Land Rover?
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

4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the
Pissed on the to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the constant grinding of
complicated timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some
to add flavor like pesto
Yo, the are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand
for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I look across the
It equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
Here I am with the extracting nerves
toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put your head on the pillow and shut eyes
Take your out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease that much feared 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 played like a numbers game
Poppa a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
This is your fate 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 ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost
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]