Luyện nghe bài hát Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets

(Verse 1)
This mic me like a C4 hostage
Yelling out hip hop more mosh pits
I lost my mind there's no on it
Metaphor highway, conscience
I get depressed and hit the leaf on switch
and blow trees for all my good deeds gone wrong
Makes it 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 labor fruit is ripe on the
I'm not on my mind, my ego only hides
The fear of getting what is rightfully mine
Every stormy I put my kite in the sky
Hoping will fly, it might be my pride
But weather death or revolution me its fine
As I'm not f**king 45 killing time
See I don't mask my pain I it up like my mascot
And give it to showboat and hit the catwalk
Emotions spark, they mix and matchbox
and viola I've made a fire out of Pats

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