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 the concrete and the mist
Just inner city 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 and the mist
another inner city river bliss

Uptown, of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot,
Harlem screaming, "How come you, not?"
Some other fucker at that spot, got
Houdini to seedy schemey, junkies who would deceive me, believe me
Monthly, must be, to fuck with Wik
In my ear "Suck this dick 'fore 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
Either way yo it's all the same
Thinking, might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my
My journals the, city it flows with the prose
Mixed with the 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 souls that go to sleep to and dissolve
I set adrift, in the concrete and the mist
Just inner city bliss
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 and the mist
Just another inner city bliss

Marred Muts, harbored us
Luck of lucky louie shufflin' suave struts
Wrists carved up, center street souls
Whose scars won't shut, no won't shut!
Back in kickball were the kids that got cut
Type to lick ya tears off, poke ya gut and
Now who's stuck? And my luck?
baxter in bayard boom, where's my buck?
You wouldn't last long on Lennox, you scared to up
But you need to be as of the come up
When you need to be shootin' shoats and 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 hunger baby, scribble and make ya
you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawls
Night you like to breathe but you talk towards tamed with awe
And tongues rip through with pockets to draws
I was born in the ocean and to life ashore
Take it as a world, world, world
Guess I'm 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, I wail?

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

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

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