Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to come to feeling it
Initial like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they start to
"Why the hell didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, it's best way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of amps
Let me spike the ball because I like to dance
Let me a picture on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, life of a
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that 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 that rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget 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 kebab
the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before get a chance to hear me
'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position out the frame
on the remains 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 reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor pesto
Yo, the cards are and now I'm staring at my hand
for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I look the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the previous
carry me through the
I am with the word extracting nerves
Running toward the (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put your head on the 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 and played life like a numbers game
Poppa a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his
Yo, don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your fate so let 'em
I bet I know your age and I can guess your
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and
And why the hell ain't you tripping to some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's arguing a lost 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 talking play for 38 seconds]