Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as
Fighting spells, the citys the real
Quarter at a quarter to six
I'm sorry lady done stepped on my kicks, tricks
Fucking around, and it to be you,
But I guess a lie is a luxury too.
It plain to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man it
Commit to his terms no for concern,
From his own mistakes, yeah you must learn
Hand of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
punches, swinging without hesitation
Snooping around, ain't no treasure,
It's just sunken ships and pleasures,
It's the simple things brick up a foundation,
like a of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there ain't love in my life,
it's just drugs, jobs, and a of gripes. (What?)
you heard, it's a modern condition,
A of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
A of adversaries, the more the merrier,
I ain't going without a fight til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and off it's spokes,
Now it's tumbling down and it's the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess these ailments come with the territory,
A better story, now you're telling me better for me.
shorty, wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, let's you to the disco,
talk of the demo, but still no disc, though.
Provoke Panic, how strange demand it,
In a city of millions, how one can STRANDED.
to the heart, now one can feel the tempo,
One empty and one written-verse memento.
All in all, sorta like a good day,
One ice for this growing pain tooth-ache.
on a monday, the Misses is still snoring,
Ignoring the foley, is soaring,
women with a fat ass like Delta Burke,
Working girls still find time just to it work.
B-B-Back to the board,
her vaguely,
Jot then a mock, frown, Why the face, B?
Neglect is heard, I must have been or something,
Curdling, The wound is now settling.
In stitches, the hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, they've just began to it.
The mic store it, You come near it.