Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing night's air
shaking cause the vice never fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle with the same
And the threat of addiction off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and around me,
Staring the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any chance allows me
To sip another bad taste down and devour it
Young bright and with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a full of coal
Never listen to the world it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when I
If the proof is in the I done ate it all up,
Instead of the taste I love

I'm on that shit and I don't wanna come back down
I my broken crown in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't down
2:]
What's meaning of high, huh?
Getting lifted on a cloud,
Moderately poisoning yourself you zone out?
the dragon in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt another Styrofoam cup to your
Me? I got my own way to get up,
with a rocks glass and ends with a hiccup
And all the I've been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I do the harder drugs cause I slip up
Slip up - yeah kid slipped up,
twice and skipped straight to the pub
I got my pops freaking out 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 and fighting so hard
That I deserve a little bit of R&R,

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna back down
I hold my broken in pieces
Pour my last to the ground
on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come
3:]
I never to be a saint, shit
I built a off of mishaps
And cheers to my flaws with a chipped 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 I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress get relinquished just by drinking something
And I know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a little exit without of it
Hell, I I'm showing all the signs huh?
And redirecting to alcohol defines fun
And admit that I've been known to have a good time,
But that I'd never cross the line
But never learned to draw it, call it, write it 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 wanna come back down
I hold my crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
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 come