Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I drink the clouded city rain water, you could save my soul,
A pane of in my stomach and I don't break it for no one,
Go - The blood runs like a river when your turned,
And don't float when it's choking on its last words,
Word - which one you use to describe this,
I'm sick of fighting everybody me for silence,
Sick of trying to get by of your silly blinded,
Vision of what you thought life was you dived in,
Take a look at me, I'm pickin' my last meal,
Headin' to the gallows with a on my cracked grill, and,
That's real - you can keep little rap deals,
'Cause I don't give a damn about being of the crap hill,
- and let it fall where the chips land,
And take the from underneath your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, when it all and the rain clouds fade,
You can with 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 need to fight me off, I'm on my way,
But I leave these cobblestones and in the back of my brain,
I that you don't have a single word left that you can say,
make me quiver when 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 stand there looking like drone that lost his way,
So take the broken off,
Bowin' in the kingdom full of gold,
Searching for a diamond in a pile full of hopes,
You're looking at me through tiny, little two holes,
That lie to you and force you to be when the truth shows,
Yeah, I guess I'm but a blood drop,
That out of your last plaque-listed number one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm to be released and,
Out of your like a burgundy-patted breeze,
How poetic, you all change but won't let it,
Get a breath of any answer you decided it was to breathe,
Believe me, the nature of the beast,
Break its little legs and then it try to flee,
Watch it out your awful line of reach,
Turn around and pull the cotton out its mouth and pour its into the streets,
And when all of is over, you can sharpen up your teeth,
Just to in the mirror while the rest of you depletes.

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

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