Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you any less from the people at the top?
for the beats, beats that go losing any war,
taking lives in their hands, all the losers up.
while the write the history books defeated die poor
more bereft of life than an old jackson painting
and alone, dead 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 funny 'cause when you think you're on the you slip
it must be this fucking dark weather, i torture myself too much anyway
it's like when i'm feeling happy then i'm 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 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 that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"

point that thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out to the weakest at the back of the line
it's open on the meek and the useless

but now you're out the t.v. with a smile on your face
squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
predicting armageddon all over the
and we're really sorry for all the we made
but now if you could eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike
easy to control us if you keep us all afraid
kick sand up in my face like i'm a guard on your dirt bike
the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter watch 'em all
but the kicker, it doesn't matter
i've got my tongue in my so far it makes me mute
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to by
now watch me kick in the teeth of the like 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 that thing at me unless you to use it
bark out to the weakest at the back of the line

it's season on the meek and the useless
squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes
the is all about consumption

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

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

it's open 'cause it's good, good, good.
don't point 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, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes

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