Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as
Phaenic spells, the citys the real
Quarter delay at a 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 probably plain to say that some days
And any-which-way let a man it
Commit to his no need for concern,
From his own mistakes, yeah baby you must
Hand full of tricks, A fist of motivation,
Flailing punches, without hesitation
Snooping around, no buried treasure,
It's just sunken and short-lived pleasures,
the simple things that brick up a foundation,
like a mound of patience you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause ain't much love in my life,
it's just drugs, jobs, and a of gripes. (What?)
Haven't you heard, it's a condition,
A of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
A crowd of adversaries, the the merrier,
I ain't going down without a fight my burial,
You the barrier, and fell off it's spokes,
Now tumbling down and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess these ailments come with the territory,
A better story, now you're telling me what's for me.
Mellow shorty, wanna with the kin(?) folks.
weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, let's you to the disco,
There's talk of the demo, but no disc, though.
Provoke Panic, how strange demand it,
In a city of millions, how one can STRANDED.
Hand to the heart, now one can the tempo,
One bottle and one written-verse memento.
All in all, Still sorta like a day,
One ice cube for growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday, the is still snoring,
the foley, imagination is soaring,
Designing women with a fat ass like Burke,
Working still find time just to make 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 stabbed or something,
Blood Curdling, The is now settling.
In stitches, the broken counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe they his spirit,
Only will tell, they've just began to hear it.
The mic store it, You come near it.