Luyện nghe bài hát So Sick Stories

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

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

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

Marred Muts, harbored us
Luck loop of lucky louie shufflin' struts
Wrists carved up, from center souls
Whose scars shut, no scars won't shut!
Back in kickball they were the that got cut
Type to ya tears off, poke ya gut and such
Now who's stuck? And my luck?
Barged baxter in bayard boom, my buck?
You wouldn't last on Lennox, you scared 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 Square 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 make ya
Taught you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered
Night you like to breathe but you talk timid towards tamed awe
And tongues rip holes with pockets to draws
I was born in the ocean and adapted to 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, I wail?

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

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

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