Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't to come close to feeling it
Initial like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not what he speaks?"
They don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
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 and I quit writing rhymes
Now I from city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
for me to pawn this of junk and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever look
You scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your 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 my theory

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

It never settles, the grinding of metal
against timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a reverb and some echo
to add flavor like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a to stand
The anger felt as I across the land
It doesn't equal to the and hunger to expand
Move past, the is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
I am with the word extracting nerves
Running toward the (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put your head on the pillow and your eyes
Take your mind out the ghetto and the sky
Then come ease down that much feared of blood, sweat and love
of flame, crying tears in the rain
The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the and played 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 look for in yesterday
This child is fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can 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 sake arguing a case
as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the and catch my zone inside the dial tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug play together for 38 seconds]