Luyện nghe bài hát Further From The Truth

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

(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 funds, or get they nails done
We all human, got to do, we gotta to do
flipping 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 what they me
But you ain't thug, you sell me, nope

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

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

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