Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, The day's all shitty as hell
Fighting spells, the citys the real
Quarter 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 living a lie is a too.
It probably plain to say that some days
And let a man convey it
Commit to his terms no for concern,
From his own mistakes, yeah you must learn
Hand full of tricks, A fist of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without
around, ain't no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and pleasures,
It's the simple things that 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 ain't going without a fight til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and fell off spokes,
Now it's down and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess these come along with the territory,
A better story, now you're telling me better for me.
shorty, wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, take you to the disco,
talk of the demo, but still no disc, though.
Provoke Panic, how they demand it,
In a city of millions, how one can STRANDED.
Hand to the heart, now one can the tempo,
One empty and one written-verse memento.
All in all, sorta 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 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 broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, just began to hear it.
The mic it, You can't come near it.