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

Tomorrow's forecast: motherfucker!

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

And I'm livin' in a section where is frozen stiff
And these skinny powdered kids is posin' talkin' shit
the first time I met you backstage in the name room
I knew 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 walkman and a grin and a basement mindstate when I--

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

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

Now, I got spies positioned at chivos 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 hate me, but now I think the me
You can only hear what I feel when my are shut
Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they up
I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm I can't get it up
Cause a duck and her personality sucks just my luck
I caught the wrong bus guess get off at the crossroads
And take a lunch
month when I got my head right I'mma grab a lead pipe
And beat some life into this mic
So let the tape roll and all the juices
Read the hate in the bathroom and place wages 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 wish I was a baller
I'm six foot three, there ain't no for me to be any taller
I just wish cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin'
..Come on

Cause I'm livin' 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 name
I knew that I did not to occupy the same room
I drive for a but I take the bus to work
for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a fake and a basement mindstate when I
think of how it could all be

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