Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to close to feeling it
reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a within it, they start to think
"Why the hell didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
And let me my lungs for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the 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, folk law and
Yo, at my Gucci, it's about that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to some of these finds
Fly fly, don't ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook
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 what milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land
the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I before they 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 remains to mark the spot and the flame

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

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Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and
of flame, crying tears in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
Numbed the and played life like a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he touch
with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his
Yo, they don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
This child is your 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 ain't you tripping to 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 telephone and catch my zone inside the tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play for 38 seconds]