Luyện nghe bài hát So Sick Stories

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

Uptown, of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, gets shoot, shot
Harlem screaming, "How it's you, not?"
Some other at that audubon spot, got
Houdini to seedy schemey, junkies who would easily me, believe me
Monthly, must be, easy to fuck Wik
In my ear saying "Suck this dick I get sadistic"
I'm in the corner, crying "what's shit?"
Seems I'm either puffing that bliss or on my wrist
Yin and yang, either stinging pain or bringing that grain
way yo it's all the same thang
Thinking, might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my
My journals the, city it flows the prettiest prose
Mixed the gritty and gross, I pity the
Hideous shmoe, not the shmucks, still giving a fuck
But I them so I guess 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 controls only
The souls go to sleep to sink and dissolve
I set adrift, in between the and the mist
Just another inner bliss
Now do you see this, the way the grey only
The souls go to sleep to sink and dissolve
I set adrift, in between the and the mist
Just inner city river bliss

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

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 inner city 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 and the mist
Just another inner river bliss

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

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

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