Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Steel

Huh!
it...uggh!

Something about makes me sick
Cause silence can be
Sorta like a wrist

If the was suicide
Then you would push da
But if ya down
Then let me do the

speak the sounds
But in silent voices
Like is silent
Though it fills the air noises
Its transmissions submission
As ya to the unreal
And mad boy the microphone
a fistful of steel
Yeah and mad mad boy the microphone
Wit' a of steel

Wit' a fistful of
('Cause I the power of the question)
a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of
(And I won't stop I know the power of the question)

It's time to like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will it
And ya out as quick as ya came
Not a one
But a one
Never a one
Cause I'm the son
With the visions of the
Vocals not to
But to ignite and put in
My of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called
The status, the elite, the enemy, the
The silent slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm like Shaquille
Mad boy the microphone
Wit' a fistful of
Yeah and mad boy the microphone
a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of
(Cause I the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of
Wit' a fistful of
(And I won't stop 'cause I the power of the question)
Ahh

And I won't stop I know the power of the question

And if the was suicide
Then you would da button
But if ya bowin'
let me do the cuttin'
Yeah!
on!

A .44 full of
full of pale
Eyes full of
A full of nails
The roulette ball, rolls on the wheel
A mind full of
And a of steel

And if the vibe was
Then you would push da
But if ya down
let me do the cuttin'

Yeah! Wit' a of steel!
on!
Uggh!
Wit' a of steel!
Uggh!