Luyện nghe bài hát Headstones

Putin roses on my head stones
Zoning out to the voices in my phones
In the padded room alone spillin to the rain
drink until the sunrise smoke the pain stop

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See ya weep and then ya burn wish the would turn
wish ya enemies were sleepin wit the
ya try to it and mature but it leaves and it returns
and it eats ya when ya sleepin and it in ya ears

ya eatin up ya words and beatin up ya nerves
and ya soul gets but you bleed and then you learn
then you lead into the worst in this earth
and the people make you cuz thier evil and thier cursed

and you feel it all alone the in ya bones
ya getin in that zone ready for vengance with the chrome
you turn to the bottle and it goes empty
but the problems still so you burn a little sensi

and you get a little tipsy and act on emotions
comotion your trigger finger goes into
and you pay it in a negative way
its the of the foolish man set in his ways

Putin roses on my homeboys stones
Zoning out to the voices in my phones
In the padded room alone to the rain drops
until the sunrise smoke until the pain stop

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I make dark for you heart before you loose it
before you sparkin that oozie making parks translucent
like a dart that hits ya groove thru ya and starts oozing
its the art that i use to ya stay out institutions

see ya blame it on yourself you and then you run
then you thinkin about everything you coulda done
and you wait for inner change ya thumbs
yea your nimble and ya num and it feels simplier to lung and out

hidin from the sun now your cooped up in your
kookoo wit ya gun
and you a little loopy from the damage thats been done
need to loosin up before we another one

you just need to recoup and away from lock down
take a cuz its time to stop now
before ya pay it foward in a way
its the of the foolish man set in his ways

Putin on my homeboys head stones
Zoning out to the voices in my head
In the padded alone spillin to the rain drops
drink until the smoke until the pain stop

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Feel like motive for the oppossed and homeless
is guns and roses this is nuns and mosses
opposin the side and niether one of em knows it
my good side bad coarlin and boastin

you fall and you progress stand up tall your depressed
if you it thru this mess thru it all you will be blessed
but if you and you just settle for less
you will fall of it all and be second to best

now ya caught in a maze in off haze
in ya basement ya babies are screamin all
and you it
you wait and you wait but you aint doin a thing to it

you need to get the message from ya eyes and ya ears
you need a hot second before your doin light years
before ya pay it foward in a way
its the circle of the man set in his ways

Putin roses on my homeboys stones
Zoning out to the in my head phones
In the padded room alone spillin to the drops
until the sunrise smoke until the pain stop