Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, The day's all shitty as hell
Fighting Phaenic spells, the 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 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 must
Hand of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without
Snooping around, ain't no treasure,
It's just ships and short-lived pleasures,
It's the things that brick up a foundation,
like a of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there much love in my life,
just 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 going down without a fight til' my burial,
You the barrier, and fell off it's spokes,
Now it's tumbling and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

these ailments come along with the territory,
A better story, now you're 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 of the demo, but still no disc, though.
Panic, how strange they demand it,
In a of millions, how one can feel STRANDED.
to the heart, now one can feel the tempo,
One empty bottle and one memento.
All in all, Still sorta like a day,
One ice cube for growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday, the Misses is snoring,
the foley, imagination is soaring,
Designing with a fat ass like Delta Burke,
Working girls still find just to make it work.
to the drawing 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 hand 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 can't come it.