Luyện nghe bài hát Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets

(Verse 1)
This mic me like a C4 hostage
Yelling out hip hop needs mosh pits
I lost my there's no reward on it
highway, detoured conscience
I get depressed and hit the leaf blower on
and blow trees for all my good deeds gone wrong
it hard for me to lean toward modest
or keep when the sky seems more godless
I live by my words, my on the line
Hunger pangs, my labor is ripe on the vine
I'm not on my mind, my ego only hides
The fear of never getting what is mine
Every night I put my kite in the sky
Hoping lightning will fly, it might be my
But weather or revolution strikes me its fine
As long I'm not 45 killing time
See I don't mask my pain I dress it up my mascot
And give it platforms to and hit the catwalk
Emotions spark, before they mix and
and viola I've made a fire out of thoughts

Nobody told me way is right
So I smile while I f**k with bitch name life