Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I the clouded city rain water, you could never save my soul,
A of glass in my stomach and I don't break it for no one,
Go - The blood runs a river when your back's turned,
And hope don't float when it's on its last words,
- which one would you use to describe this,
I'm sick of everybody around me for silence,
Sick of trying to get by of your silly blinded,
Vision of what you thought life was before you in,
Take a look at me, I'm pickin' through my meal,
Headin' to the gallows with a smile on my grill, and,
That's real - you can keep little rap deals,
'Cause I don't give a damn about being king of the hill,
Stop - and let it where the chips land,
And the earth from underneath your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, when it all clears and the rain fade,
You can sleep the rest of the skeletons in the grave.

city.
Yeah, it's got a hold on you.
city.
It's got a hold on you.

(Chorus)
You don't to fight me off, I'm well on my way,
But I leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the of my brain,
I learned that you don't a single word left that you can say,
That'll make me quiver you wave it like a knife in my face,
Your is dead.

You can these bricks all day,
But not a one will ever get you out of here and take you away,
You want a throne can never be claimed,
But there looking like another drone that lost his way,
So take the crown off,
Bowin' in the full of fool's gold,
Searching for a diamond in a pile of bruised hopes,
You're at me through those tiny, little two holes,
That lie to you and you to be blinded when the truth shows,
Yeah, I guess I'm nothing but a drop,
That fell out of your last number one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm ready to be and,
Out of your palms like a breeze,
How poetic, you all want but won't let it,
Get a breath of any answer you it was ready to breathe,
Believe me, that's the of the beast,
its little legs and then watch it try to flee,
Watch it out your awful line of reach,
Turn around and the cotton out its mouth and pour its heart into the streets,
And all of this is over, you can sharpen up your teeth,
Just to smile in the while the rest of you depletes.

city.
It's got a hold on you.
city.
Yeah, it ate a hole through you.

(Chorus)(2X)
You need to fight me off, I'm well on my way,
But leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the of my brain,
I learned that you don't have a word left that you can say,
That'll make me quiver when you wave it a knife in my face,
king is dead.