Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only time I see you is when in a crowd,
you're you're friends and I'm
with mine, the bumpin' loud.
You used to be the that didn't go out on the town,
Now you have crazy nights on instagram you post about
the neon smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, you're out your friends.

I still get up, I still get tore about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I still get up (about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up about it(up about it),

I still get tore up about it up it up about it up about it

Uh, we ain't as young as we once was.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We broadway lookin' at the
and night life that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak the spots where
all the big boys to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I like Zeus when you was around.
A long way from those county
and a taste of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette smoke and lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' from a cover band and
a homeless lady on a street
it when she plays that violin.
Johnny and on them alley walls that we slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit of our life
6 in from havin' our license.
And If these words were polaroids pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep replaying 'cause timeless.
So you ride up on the town

through the times that we had
But the frames I'd like truth the strip our music, I feel bad.

I still get tore up, I get tore about it (up about it)

I still get up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up about it up about it up it up about it

Uh, Yeah not as as we was right.
Now I've been out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had about 12 and 2 shots
now I'm in the back smokin' pot.
Put a stone cold a fist fight
some jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all good that Jack Daniel's got me up it's always.
I'm gonna leave thing on strip
it lookin' like I a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my suede,
car parked on no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb that I made.
I the Chevy it's always her so

I'm bumpin' through sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the pain
I talk to my drunk self and tell my self I can't take me
so I pull the gun on my other like why you always blamin' me

I still get tore up, I still get tore it (up about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up (about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I get tore up about it up
about it up about it up it