Luyện nghe bài hát Further From The Truth

(Blaze)
My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted mold
My body is a shell, inside is a tortured
Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you know
And casually throw it all out the window
I return from the again, with a shovel on my shoulder
And a photograph of him, from the dark,
counter-clockwards,
A lot of the words that I said, they unheard
Buried in the casket, tucked under the
For so long, with hopes that no one get hurt,
from this retard
with bullet holes, when you're different,
that's how it
I understand, do
If you were in a situation, that's
You'd probably go on, pretending is fine
But that, phony feeling couldn't be further truth
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a

(Chorus 2x)
When your on your back, in a coffin, a suit
That phony feeling, be further from truth

Dirty like the earth, And young that lift skirts
To pay college funds, or get they done
We all human, got to do, what we to do
From a couple birds, to turning a trick or two
Or a trick or three, for imitating a G
in the mirror, while they bumping my LP
Imitation is flattery, that they tell me
But you ain't thug, you can't me, nope

(Chorus 4x)
When your on back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be from truth

A bowl of spread with lilies and orchids
A mortician playing your upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket in with a
At this point now the anger is all that really
Busted the clock, threw the away in my dreams
So I'm by new miracle messages, what do they mean?
Whatever it is, is probably
There's a hole in my head, and do linger too long
And then I get branded as a mistake
And all I was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream
Would a nice like a vacation from nightmares?
Speaking on deaf ears to who don't really care
We throw it all away in garbage, bring it
it up after the commentary and serve us a track
What ever want they gonna get, that's besides the point
Meanwhile motherfuckers platinum off of club joints
And it's all up right now
And all fucked up right now
And it's all fucked up now
your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

(Chorus 4x)
When on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be from truth