Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Steel

Huh!
it...uggh!

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

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

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

a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the of the question)
Wit' a 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 it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya
Not a one
But a one
Never a one
I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the
Vocals not to
But to and put in flight
My sense of
Groovin', playin' game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the
The silent sheep slippin', riffin',
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm
into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy the microphone
Wit' a fistful of
and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a of steel

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

And I stop 'cause I know the power of the question

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

A .44 full of
Face of pale
full of empty
A stare full of
The roulette ball, along on the wheel
A full of fire
And a of steel

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

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