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 feel they it
And this one goes to all of those make the moves
and those have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the fine on the edge
To all the about to break it loose

And you don't to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a minute within it, they start to
"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 for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the of popping amps
Let me spike the ball because I don't to dance
Let me paint a picture on the of your mind
I got a job at the and I quit writing rhymes
Now I travel city to city, life of a gypsy
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 that dead 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, you'll have a dry place to
Don't what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish
Ditch the lard cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass they get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all my theory

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Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the

It never settles, the grinding of metal
complicated timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and echo
to add flavor like pesto
Yo, the are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to
The anger felt as I look the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to
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 watch the crash

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Put your head on the pillow and shut your
Take mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying in the rain
The blunder game, and it out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game
needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones to the bottom of his guts
Yo, don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
child is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess your
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
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 dial

[Multiple of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]