Luyện nghe bài hát So Sick Stories

Now do you see this, the way the grey only
The that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
I set adrift, in between the and the mist
another inner city bliss
Now do you see this, the way the controls only
The souls that go to sleep to and dissolve
I set adrift, in the concrete and the mist
Just another inner city river

Uptown, soul of American century, no
Our foreign coup, Malcolm shoot, shot
Harlem screaming, "How come you, not?"
Some other fucker at audubon spot, got
Houdini to seedy schemey, junkies who would easily me, believe me
Monthly, must be, easy to fuck Wik
In my ear "Suck this dick 'fore I get sadistic"
I'm in the corner, "what's this shit?"
Seems I'm either puffing that bliss or cuffs on my
Yin and yang, either stinging pain or bringing that grain
Either way yo all the same thang
Thinking, might it be worth it, life in the circle, in my journal
My journals the, it flows with the prettiest prose
Mixed with the and gross, I pity the
Hideous shmoe, not the idiot shmucks, still a fuck
But I pity them so I I care too, prepared to
I-I-I dare to, keep trying when
The be my heirloom

Now do you see this, the way the grey only
The souls that go to sleep to sink and
I set adrift, in between the concrete and the
Just another inner bliss
Now do you see this, the way the controls only
The souls go to sleep to sink and dissolve
I set adrift, in between the concrete and the
Just another inner city river

Muts, upstream harbored us
Luck loop of lucky shufflin' suave struts
Wrists carved up, from center street
Whose won't shut, no scars won't shut!
Back in they were the kids that got cut
Type to lick ya off, poke ya gut and such
Now stuck? And where's my luck?
Barged baxter in boom, where's my buck?
You wouldn't last long on Lennox, you scared to up
But you need to be as scared of the up
When you to be shootin' shoats and saving the young pups
heat, Time Square post let it erupt
We're bashing and barking like, in the fog
the South, slow draws, haggard hogs
I can feel ya baby, scribble and make ya starve
you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawls
Night you like to breathe but you talk timid towards with awe
And tongues rip through holes with to draws
I was born in the ocean and adapted to ashore
Take it as a world, world, world
I'm spatting off like hell, now what the hell
All the, all the, stories to tell
Sittin' in ya thinkin' to yourself, "how'd I fail"
Well, why'd I

Now do you see this, the way the grey controls
The that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
I set adrift, in the concrete and the mist
Just another inner bliss
Now do you see this, the way the grey only
The souls that go to sleep to sink and
I set adrift, in between the concrete and the
Just another inner city bliss

Suave slobs, conquer,
Wally's on my feet, Squallies on the creep the
Street where the that peep the nostalgia
All dat karma can upon ya

slobs, conquer, Manahatta
Wally's on my feet, on the creep 'cross the
Street where the people that the nostalgia
All dat karma can upon ya

slobs, conquer, Manahatta
Wally's on my feet, on the creep 'cross the
Street where the people that the nostalgia
All dat karma can come ya