Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

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

(Chorus)

these ailments come along with the territory,
A story, now you're telling me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty, wanna with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with those jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, take 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 like a good day,
One ice cube for this pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday, the is still snoring,
the foley, imagination is soaring,
Designing women with a fat ass Delta Burke,
Working still find time just to make it work.
B-B-Back to the board,
her vaguely,
Jot a mock, frown, Why the long face, B?
Neglect is heard, I have been stabbed or something,
Curdling, The wound is now settling.
In stitches, the broken counts riches,
Was it as hard, they broke his spirit,
time will tell, they've just began to hear it.
The mic store it, You can't come it.