Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to come close to it
reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they to think
"Why the they 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 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, law and mystery
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 fly, don't ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go and cook that
Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a
So you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate does to the hangover
Come on, who you cut the tires on your Land Rover?
the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my and made 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, position out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the

It never settles, the constant of metal
against complicated timing, my threshold
Touching the gestalt a little reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor like
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to
The anger as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to
Move past, the berry is set, the previous
carry me through the
Here I am the word 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
your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and
Instead of flame, 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 of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your so let 'em play
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 make 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 the dial tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play together for 38