Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you expect any less from the at the top?
for the beats, beats go with losing any war,
lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
while the winners write the history books 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 funny 'cause you think you're on the a-tip you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too anyway
it's when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me
you you didn't like my voice so i kept my jaw steeled
well, people say i hold out like a holden
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"

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

but now staring 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 mistakes we
but now even if you eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike
it's easy to us if you keep us all afraid
kick sand up in my face like i'm a wheel guard on dirt bike
the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter watch 'em all
but here's the kicker, it matter
i've got my tongue in my cheek so far it me mute
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause are words to live by
now watch me kick in the teeth of the like my mind was a steel toe boot

i erase the 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"
don't point thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out abuses to the at the back of the line

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

and around and all the people in the street
the indescribable is up for
they're pointing and they're whispering 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 without the strength of his hand
he feels so damn 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 will relieve you of the of your six figure apathy,
i am the dynamite, i am the glue,
i never underestimate the enemy what you do
i underestimate the enemy that's what you do
i never underestimate the enemy what you do

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

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

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

bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the
point that thing at me unless you want to use it
it's season on the meek and the useless
squint, think and squeeze when you can see me and the of my eyes