Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you expect any less from the people at the
for the beats, beats that go losing any war,
taking lives in hands, stringing all the losers up.
while the winners write the history books die poor
more bereft of life than an old jackson painting
cold and alone, and disintegrating,
the hail of bullets there is silence, the pow
i can get with and i can see it all now
it's not funny 'cause when you think on the a-tip you slip
it be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much anyway
it's like i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me
you said you like my voice so i kept my jaw steeled
well, people say i hold out a holden caulfield
fat cass it was hip automatically
it's too much i shook my spa-spa-spazmatically

i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again"
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"

don't point thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the
it's season on the meek and the useless

but now staring out the t.v. with a smile on your face
squint, think and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my
predicting armageddon all the place
and we're sorry for all the mistakes we made
but now even if you could eat your own words you'd a hunger strike
easy to control us if you keep us all afraid
kick sand up in my like i'm a wheel guard on your dirt bike
the sicker the quicker, thicker, the watch 'em all scatter
but the kicker, it doesn't matter
i've got my in my cheek so far it makes me mute
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son these are words to live by
now watch me kick in the teeth of the track my mind was a steel toe boot

i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again"
i the lines that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"
don't point thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the

it's open season on the meek and the
squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
the undeniable is all consumption

and around and all the people in the street
the indescribable is up for
they're pointing fingers and they're discreetly
"who is that man? what's he for his homeland?"
they all can see him, know where he's going
he knows their hopes will fade without the strength of his
he feels so obvious that he must be glowing
he is ready for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do this and not look back
"i have the answers for the questions been asking me,
i relieve you of the burden of your six figure apathy,
i am the dynamite, i am the glue,
i never underestimate the enemy that's you do
i never underestimate the enemy what you do
i never underestimate the that's what you do

point that thing at me unless you want to use it

it's open 'cause it's good, good, good.
don't that thing at me unless you want to use it

it's open season on the and the useless
bark out abuses to the weakest at the of the line
squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes

bark out abuses to the weakest at the of the line
don't point that thing at me you want to use it
open season on the meek and the useless
squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes