Luyện nghe bài hát Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets

(Verse 1)
This mic holds me a C4 hostage
Yelling out hip hop needs more mosh
I my mind there's no reward on it
Metaphor highway, detoured
I get and hit the leaf blower on switch
and blow for all my good deeds gone wrong which
it hard for me to lean toward modest
or form when the sky seems more godless
I by my words, my lifes on the line
Hunger pangs, my fruit is ripe on the vine
I'm not hyped on my mind, my ego only
The of never getting what is rightfully mine
Every stormy night I put my in the sky
Hoping lightning fly, it might be my pride
But weather or revolution strikes me its fine
As I'm not f**king 45 killing time
See I mask my pain I dress it up like my mascot
And give it to showboat and hit the catwalk
Emotions spark, before they mix and
and viola I've a fire out of Pats thoughts

Nobody me which way is right
So I smile while I titty f**k bitch name life