Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well there's sand in my
writing on the beach
Trying to find a for you
That the can only reach
And beach is getting wider
Than my train of is long
And little grain of sand
Is some other poets song
So i'll try to get this
Before the sunburn i'm wrong,
Says i'm
I keep on clever guns
That blow up in my
And what good to say i'm
When time it erase
All the times i hit
On word you said to me
And just it up
dogshit on a pretty city street
Just to not piss off the
No i cant sleep, i cant sleep
A without a chorus,
is my first attempt
'cause that would really us
And the title go limp
But words just keep on shooting
Out my pen like a gun
And i'm aiming at ears
not to come undone
'cause you the smell of gunshots
And the of one.. no fun
They'll say this sucks
But i don't care
And i the "gunshot" word
So it get on the air
the rappers do a driveby
And crack then praise the lord
While a white-bread singer
Has to here looking bored
And while i'm at it, i mention
That all the guns i in my
Songs fake...
Not real... plastic..
Fuck... get real... it...
I still you