Luyện nghe bài hát I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel

Reaching to my pocket, then I a couple crumbled tonics
We look like some crumbled
Blunted out, then fussing
Paranoia my stomach
H1 hummer rough and
Desert camo truck to the front, insert my adjusted
100 miles per hour, bitch, I've my custom
To life in the fast lane
And the gas tank dumpin'
are laughin'
Fucking duckin' what from the Government
out until the sunset
Eyes so low, look like a

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life
Grey9, bitch, I signed my away
Grey9, bitch, I signed my away
Grey9, bitch, I signed my life (always!)

Back on my
Now i to pay a bet
Put my foot on the brakes
Silent for life, Christ
All I got was a death and centerpiece of $uicide
Fuck ego, fuck this rap
Easily
On my
Homicide,
But we used to all the
We in the Benz off the benzos under clinical
We in the Benz off the under pressure clinical

Grey9, bitch, I my life away
Grey9, bitch, I signed my life
Grey9, bitch, I my life away
Grey9, bitch, I my life away

We are tired of new world
I don't to be here
$uicide, my end
$uicide, my end

You can feel the from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets my steel son, steel son
You can the bullets from my steel son, steel son

Meet me by the (right)
Half dusk (fuck that)
Back the dust, Cut Throat
He loves drugs and guns
in the cut
Got 20k and a gun (what?)
Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette
day I'm sober
Do I look like I give a (No)
Every day up every (what?)
knife serving them DA
Death be right in front of ya', yeah (what?)
wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
Got a list,
that's still gotta catch this
motherfucking dick grave. Die bitch, die,

You can feel the bullets from my son, steel son
You can feel the from my steel son, steel son
You can the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my son, steel son
You can feel the from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, son
(yeah yeah, yeah)

Ay, you ever had to dig your own
Live your with no name
Backwood full of dro mane,
'96 with that cocaine
propane
gas all over the house
Let that tank
So glad I stayed
Someone called the on the payphone
Flames all around me, man I hope they drown me
Crown made of ashes, only way they found me
Forget me, only way you might not feel so lousy
Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the

You can feel the bullets from my son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, son
You can feel the bullets from my son, steel son

In New Orleans,
there were many bizarre things I saw
up here, especially in the graveyards
And as a child, I spent a lot of in the graveyards
And as an adult, I a lot of time in the graveyards
But as a child, it was a week-end thing to do
I always to know why...
Sometimes my why's got me in

For my trick, got 'em thinking I'm cut out for this rap shit
Ay, you wanna going, or.?
Nah, it
$uicide I'm fucking from the rooftop
The only thing I did was mentioning ever since $lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probly in my boombox
But I keep walking to an
establishment that myself on a fucking jukebox
If I wanted to cop a countach
Rob that like 2 blocks and then smash in
the back of a new cop car now I I'm on a two

Yeah, just get a bunch of tats,
it's gonna be cool. SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud
sure ya'll
Ay man, cut shit off, man. It suck man,
garbage, man. like a fucking generic 3-6, man
the $uicideboy$
Too dumb. Get the fuck outta
Change the station, they wack
They're way too fucking short. Get the outta here

Yeah, still feel I'm losing, ay
Me and kin still like we losing, ay
We feel like we losing, ay
Losing,
I'm on the lean, yeah, the
I'm on bars, blowing thing
I'm on a lot
Got no time for sleep, lost in my
I know who a friend or who a enemy
Nurtured and disturbed, from head to toe
Have feelings gotta let it go
Plenty of days, thought was over
Created a movement, created other music
Still feel like I'm