Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
by: Sage Francis
album: Sick of Waiting
label: Strange Famous

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis 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 make notes to know thyself.
who loathe?...love them,
those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if don't show you love still...fuck em.
everyone's potential who loves to diss.
virtual acquaintances only exist on a list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something to eat,
while needing someone to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

I'm of beating around the bush while needing to push past creative limits,
And I don't anything else left to say to the critics.
is it just because we're y'all can't 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 only the punchline.
every friend of has dissed me at least one time.
I've come to life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips blind.

now i've it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
aspirin addicts are avid advocates of in tablets.
they're adamant about their trip.
i want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't the half of it.
immaculate tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but too many cold words chapped my lips.
an asterisk up on my left arm,
but my notes are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on.
kept calm when i was granted the chance,
but that's my getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
someone you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you to keep your pants on...
here--another battle for you to talk about in 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 talk your head,
knowing dead career has one year left til everyone else knows what i said.
they're laughing at you but you don't it yet .
i'd say it to your face but i don't to waste the moment. Let...
first understand the open threats that poets get
who's wet behind the ears? who broke a
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy dun- hold tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we no respect.