Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice never fair
And you're relating cause you struggle with the same
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the sip
Drowning, on to anything and everything around me,
down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any that allows me
To sip another bad taste and devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a stocking full of
Never listen to the when it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but never on a women,
Choked a couple bottle necks and when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the pudding I ate it all up,
Instead of the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna back down
I hold my broken crown in
my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's meaning of high, huh?
Getting on a smoke cloud,
Moderately poisoning until you zone out?
Stick the dragon in veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt another cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a glass and ends with a hiccup
And all the I've been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder drugs cause I up
Slip up - yeah kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated twice and skipped to the pub
I got my freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an artist by getting
No
I escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of
I've been and fighting so hard
I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come down
I my broken crown in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the
I come down
3:]
I never claimed to be a saint,
I built a off of mishaps
And cheers proudly to my with a chipped glass
The sick fact is I'm when I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit, I like a lit candle
But I'm aware that I'm just blinded by the of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished by drinking something
And I don't know if I'm addicted to the or the fact
I can make a little exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the huh?
And redirecting to where defines fun
And I'll admit that I've been known to a good time,
But promised that I'd cross the line
But learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
it so the night train never gets to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of you Joe Shmoe's
And got a little vices of my own.

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna back down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the
I won't down