Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you expect any from the people at the top?
for the beats, beats go with losing any war,
lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
while the write the history books defeated die poor
more bereft of than an old jackson pollack painting
and alone, dead and disintegrating,
before the hail of there is silence, the pow
i can get with and i can see it all now
it's not funny 'cause when you you're on the a-tip you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much
it's like when i'm happy then i'm jealous of me
you said you didn't like my voice so i kept my jaw
well, say i hold out like 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 that at me unless you want to use it
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the
open season on the meek and the useless

but now you're staring out the t.v. with a smile on your
squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
predicting armageddon all the place
and we're really sorry for all the we made
but now even if you could eat your own words you'd a hunger strike
it's to control us if you keep us all afraid
kick sand up in my face like i'm a wheel guard on your dirt
the sicker the quicker, thicker, the watch 'em all scatter
but here's the kicker, it matter
got my tongue in my cheek 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 me kick in the teeth of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot

i the lines that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again"
i erase the lines that you mend, "i've 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 abuses to the weakest at the back of the

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

and anyone around and all the in the street
the indescribable is up for
they're fingers and they're whispering discreetly
"who is man? what's he done for his homeland?"
they all can see him, know where he's going
he knows hopes will fade without the strength of his hand
he feels so obvious 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 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 underestimate the enemy what you do
i never the enemy that's what you do
i underestimate the enemy that's what you do

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

it's season 'cause it's good, good, good.
point that thing at me unless you want to use it

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

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