Luyện nghe bài hát So Sick Stories

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

Uptown, of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot,
Harlem screaming, "How it's you, not?"
Some other fucker at that spot, got
Houdini to schemey, junkies who would easily deceive me, believe me
Monthly, must be, easy to with Wik
In my ear saying "Suck 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 it's all the same
Thinking, might it be worth it, life in the circle, in my journal
My the, city it flows with the prettiest prose
Mixed the gritty and gross, I pity the
Hideous shmoe, not the shmucks, still giving a fuck
But I pity them so I I care too, prepared to
I-I-I dare to, keep when dying
The island be my

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

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

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

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

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

slobs, conquer, Manahatta
Wally's on my feet, Squallies on the creep the
Street where the people peep the nostalgia
All dat can come upon ya