Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as
Fighting Phaenic spells, the the real
Quarter delay at a to six
I'm sorry done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks
around, and it sucks to be you,
But I guess a lie is a luxury too.
It probably to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man it
Commit to his terms no for concern,
his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn
Hand full of tricks, A fist of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging 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 gets you a of waiting.
I'm hating there ain't much love in my life,
just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?)
Haven't you heard, a modern 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 broke the barrier, and fell off spokes,
Now it's down and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess these ailments along with the territory,
A better story, now you're me what's better 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 of millions, how one can feel 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 growing tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday, the is still snoring,
Ignoring the foley, is soaring,
Designing women with a fat ass like Burke,
Working still find time 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 broken counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe they his spirit,
Only time will tell, just began to hear it.
The mic it, You can't come near it.