Luyện nghe bài hát I Wish Those Cats at Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes

Tomorrow's forecast: motherfucker!

(..Snowman in effect)
in full effect so play the odds out 'till April
The tapes will grow so we can buy and staples
I bet kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice
It's Friday night, point me to the wanna grab mics
Used to get queezy when it was time to that B.B.
But I'm just trying to get Musab away from the TV
Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith, I criticize Tuesdays releases
with the elitists at the
Yet, factory film is what we present
Surrounding, bitch a ballpoint, no grievance
Let's all point our fingers towards the we venture
Minneapolis natives taken the rap of bad contender
Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the
of the ?cat? scratched on my sofa
And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty
And my position: vision

And I'm livin' in a section where is frozen stiff
And skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you in the name room
I knew I did not want to occupy the same room
I for a living, but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a fake and a basement mindstate when I--

Simply a left at Nicollet
Sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I
And now the is liftin' it
Choke at the last drag and remains at the gutter
Flip up the hood just to keep the brains
I'm trying to a mountain out of a foothill
I see people rockin' my t-shirt, and I'm still shopping at
In a struggle, in a warzone, grew some extra
Now I won't have to or fight alone
The microphone: my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven
Or rent me comprehension
It's busy as fuck, just gimme a three hour (Hour lead)
So I can maybe rent a flick and re-learn how to read
The weed turn out the sleeves and a bunch of tricks
and used a cleaver to relieve all unnecessary limbs
Misplaced the and jewels I meant to give you
To you, and lost my mind inside the issue

And now I live it in a section where heads is frozen
And skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you backstage in the room
I knew that I did not to occupy the same room
I drive for a living, but I the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a grin and a basement mindstate when I think--

Now, I got spies positioned at various around the city
Lots of people that's with me cause the evils out to get me
It's to decipher who can taste me
A lot of locals used to me, but now I think the tolerate me
You can hear what I feel when my eyes are shut
are piling up, excuses: they lining up
I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm impotent I get it up
Cause she's a duck and her sucks just my luck
I caught the bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads
And take a lunch
Next month when I got my head right I'mma a lead pipe
And beat some life into this mic
So let the roll and extract all the juices
Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place on the losers
In the beginning, you can't help but wanna be
But the opposition leaves you jaded
Like hell no (Hell no), I don't wish I was a
I'm six foot three, there no need for me to be any taller
I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or
..Come on

Cause I'm in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin'
Since the first time I met you in the name room
I that I did not want to occupy the same room
I drive for a living but I take the bus to
for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"
Armed with a and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I
of how simple it could all be

Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh, I-I can come in and some shit out?
cool? Alright..