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.
the winners write the history books defeated die poor
more bereft of life an old jackson pollack painting
cold and alone, and disintegrating,
before the of bullets there is silence, the pow
i can get this and i can see it all now
it's not 'cause when you think you're 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 didn't like my voice so i my jaw steeled
well, people say i out like a holden caulfield
fat mama cass it was hip
it's too much i shook my spa-spa-spazmatically

i erase the lines you mend, "i've done 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 season on the meek and the useless

but now you're staring out the t.v. a smile on your face
squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
armageddon all over the place
and we're really sorry for all the we made
but now even if you could eat your own words start a hunger strike
it's to control us if you keep us all afraid
kick up in my face 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 tongue in my cheek so far it makes me
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son these are words to live by
now me kick in the teeth of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot

i erase the lines you mend, "i've done 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 that thing at me you want to use it
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the

open season on the meek and the useless
squint, think and squeeze 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 is up for discussion
they're pointing and they're whispering discreetly
"who is that what's he done for his homeland?"
they all can see him, they know where he's
he knows hopes will fade without the strength of his hand
he feels so damn that he must be glowing
he is for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do this shit and not look back
"i have the answers for the questions y'all been me,
i relieve you of the burden of your six figure apathy,
i am the dynamite, i am the glue,
i never underestimate the that's what you do
i never the enemy that's what you do
i never underestimate the enemy that's you do

don't point that thing at me unless you to use it

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

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

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