Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

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

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

I'm on shit again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my crown in pieces
Pour my shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't down
3:]
I never claimed to be a saint,
I built a off of mishaps
And cheers proudly to my flaws with a glass
The sick fact is I'm happy I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit, I like a lit candle
But I'm aware that I'm blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get just by drinking something
And I don't if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a little exit thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And redirecting to where alcohol fun
And I'll admit that I've been known to a good time,
But promised that I'd never the line
But learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
Make it so the night train never to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of you other Joe
And got a couple vices of my own.

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