Luyện nghe bài hát Scowling Crackhead Ian

Scowling Ian
I can't forget face
You were a foul human
way back on saint marks
A thug when we were both pour
A life struggling for one more
In sixth grade what you'd mug me for
A blade pressed up to my jugular
So I feard for my
Save streats few
My nerves grew near the second avenue
I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a
And know I'm here
And so are you
Forever been crackhead Ian
It was your kid if we spoke it
You an insane human being
Whether you ever did or didn't really it
I'd know tall thin brand overstroll
All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve old
I guess is gone
Faces still intend our
An I both our mom's places're still on rent controll
I was wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy
You was as big,tall and bad back in junior
No sight of someone's face has ever scarrier
You'd come chase me street fighter one or space harrier
again, crackhead Ian
I still can't your foul face
My human being
I know both still planted on saint-marks place
We've lived our pour lifes in parallel
Within this four or five blocks we both know so
You must have grew up the former theater or old groce hotel
I'm sure you're of me here
But oh I can't
It you never outgrew your little greedy enrage
I see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last year at you to tell
bashing some dude with a chair till he fell
I slipped fast by you talking fear in our would touch
past by new mornings that it all changed so much
I've never your live story sure it's rotten and though
But hoe long before these for us have gotten old enough
You had it so rough kid
I wonder
Forged by a tiny portion of love or
Goes lightning or goes
a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best kids seen in our pre-team
It's you and me left I think
How till you notice
How untill you shake my hand
How untill we're old man-neighbours
Last tribe's man of the plant
We never even did exchange
You an evil kid from the 80's
When we played arcade games
That life grate in the 80's
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the head and...