Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now I've kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the back alley pot.
Put a stone cold a fist fight
with some jockey dudes who get up.
But it's all that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm leave this thing on strip
it lookin' I fought a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my suede,
car on broadway no pretty lady in the
'cause the dumb choices that I made.
I start the it's always her so

I'm bumpin' through them waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and come take the pain away
I talk to my self and tell my sober 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 about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up it)
I still get tore up it up
it up about it up about it