Luyện nghe bài hát Headstones

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

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See ya weep and then ya burn wish the tables turn
wish ya enemies sleepin wit the worms
ya try to it and mature but it leaves and it returns
and it ya when ya sleepin and it screeches in ya ears

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

and you feel it all the coldnest in ya bones
ya start in that zone ready for vengance with the chrome
then you to the bottle and it goes empty
but the still there so you burn a little sensi

and you get a tipsy and act on your emotions
comotion your trigger goes into convulsions
and you pay it foward in a way
its the circle of the foolish man set in his

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

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

see ya blame it on you hide and then you run
then you start thinkin about everything you done
and you wait for inner twiddlin ya thumbs
yea your nimble and ya num and it feels to lung and lash out

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

you need to recoup and stay away from lock down
take a breather cuz its time to now
before ya pay it in a negative way
its the circle of the man set in his ways

Putin roses on my homeboys head
Zoning out to the voices in my head
In the padded room spillin to the rain drops
drink until the sunrise until the pain stop

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

you fall and you progress stand up when your depressed
if you make it thru this mess thru it all you be blessed
but if you stall and you settle for less
you will fall short of it all and be to best

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

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

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