Luyện nghe bài hát Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets

(Verse 1)
This mic holds me a C4 hostage
Yelling out hip hop needs mosh pits
I lost my there's no reward on it
Metaphor highway, detoured
I get and hit the leaf blower on switch
and blow trees for all my good deeds gone which
Makes it for me to lean toward modest
or keep form when the sky seems more
I live by my words, my on the line
Hunger pangs, my labor fruit is on the vine
I'm not hyped on my mind, my ego hides
The fear of never getting what is rightfully
Every night I put my kite in the sky
Hoping lightning will fly, it might be my
But weather death or strikes me its fine
As long I'm not f**king 45 time
See I mask my pain I dress it up like my mascot
And give it platforms to and hit the catwalk
Emotions spark, they mix and matchbox
and viola I've made a fire out of Pats

Nobody told me which way is
So I smile while I titty f**k with name life