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, voluptuous
around, and it sucks to be you,
But I living 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,
his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn
Hand of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without
around, ain't no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and pleasures,
It's the simple that brick up a foundation,
like a mound of gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there ain't much in my life,
it's drugs, jobs, and a bundle 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 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)

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 those 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 of millions, how one can feel STRANDED.
Hand to the heart, now one can the tempo,
One empty and one written-verse memento.
All in all, Still like a good day,
One ice cube for growing pain tooth-ache.
on a monday, the Misses 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 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 hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe they his spirit,
Only time will tell, they've just to hear it.
The mic it, You can't come near it.