Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one out to all of those 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 those that 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
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a minute it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did not hear what he speaks?"
They don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of 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, looking at my Gucci, it's that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever back
You better scoop dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should that Mustang for a Jeep
So you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't what chocolate milk does to the hangover
on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to me
'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

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Choking on a wishbone, position out the frame
Pissed on the to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the constant of metal
complicated timing, developing 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 at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to
The anger felt as I look across the
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
I am with the word extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to the crash occur

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Put your head on the pillow and shut your
Take your out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then ease 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
the brain 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 don't know me, best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
child 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 and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug play together for 38 seconds]