Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Francis
album: Sick of Tables
label: Famous Records

(these lyrics are for the Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments need to be transcribed by him and sent to us if he wants them posted. I could guess but I would rather not.)

No one else notes to know thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em.
everyone's potential enemy who to diss.
virtual only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep needing something else to eat,
while needing someone else to but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm sick of beating around the bush while to push past creative limits,
And I don't have else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we're different y'all stand it?
or that I backstroke against the and the culprit is aerodynamic?
heros might panic though I around to be the silliest...
man alive, well I'm serious.
take me for a jokester and you'll miss the punchline.
every friend of mine has me at least one time.
come to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips blind.

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i have it?
addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant about acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many cold words my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music getting stepped on.
should've calm when i was granted the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god dammit dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the thing that'll help
someone like you feel good about yourself and the things dealt.
win the belt but if you need to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to about in your damn song.
here-- another for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't have to duck, i'll just over your head,
knowing your dead career has one year til everyone else knows what i said.
they're at you but you don't know it yet .
i'd say it to your face but i don't to waste the moment. Let...
everyone understand the open threats that poets get
wet behind the ears? who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip moet
thuggy hold your tek
- go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.