Luyện nghe bài hát I Apologize

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

(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 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.
potential enemy who loves to diss.
virtual acquaintances only on a buddy list.
I'll hug and myself to sleep while needing something else to eat,
while needing else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.

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

now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i have it?
aspirin are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
adamant about their acid trip.
i want a bite of the apple bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
immaculate tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
but speaking too cold words chapped my lips.
there's an asterisk up on my 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 me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll
someone like you feel good about yourself and the things dealt.
i'll win the belt but if you need to keep your on...
here--another battle for you to talk in your damn song.
another battle 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 your dead career has one year 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 want to waste the moment. Let...
first understand the open threats that poets get
who's wet behind the ears? who a sweat?
jiggy man - sip your
thuggy hold your tek
netcee - go on the net and keystyle how we gets no respect.