Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, Muggy The all shitty as hell
Fighting spells, the citys the real
delay at a quarter to six
I'm sorry lady done 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,
From his own mistakes, yeah 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 and short-lived 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 much love in my life,
it's just drugs, jobs, and a of gripes. (What?)
you heard, it's a modern condition,
A of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
A crowd of adversaries, the the merrier,
I ain't down without a fight til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and fell off spokes,
Now it's tumbling down and waking the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess ailments come along with the territory,
A better story, now you're me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty, wanna chill the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with 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.
to the heart, now one can feel the tempo,
One empty bottle and one 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 with a fat ass like Delta Burke,
Working girls still find time to make it work.
to the drawing board,
her vaguely,
Jot a mock, frown, Why the long face, B?
Neglect is heard, I must been stabbed or something,
Curdling, The wound is now settling.
In stitches, the hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, just began to hear it.
The mic store it, You can't near it.