Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

song: I (featuring Sole)
written by: Sage
Sick of Waiting Tables
label: Famous Records

(these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments need to be 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.
potential enemy who loves to diss.
virtual only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep needing something else to eat,
needing someone else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

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

now lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
they're adamant their acid trip.
i want a bite of the Adam bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate magic tricks. experimenting alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too many words chapped my lips.
there's an up on my left arm,
but my foot notes are out of tune from my music always getting on.
should've kept calm when i was the chance,
but that's my song getting me amped, so god let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the thing that'll help
someone like you feel good about yourself and the your dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to your pants on...
here--another battle for you to about in your damn song.
here-- another battle for you to talk about, wow, at that...
another...battle...rap

you won't to duck, i'll just talk 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 want to waste the moment. Let...
everyone first understand the open threats that get
who's wet behind the who broke a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy dun- hold tek
netcee - go on the net and 'bout how we gets no respect.