Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat dragged in, breathing last night's air
Hand cause the vice never fights fair
And you're cause you struggle with the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and everything me,
Staring down the barrel of a
Scowering, looking for any chance allows me
To sip bad taste down and devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a full of holes
No diamond in a full of coal
Never listen to the world when it told me I should 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,
of savoring the taste I love

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

I'm on that again and I don't wanna come back down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
You're on that shit again, trying to my mound
You chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
3:]
I never to be a saint, shit
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 smile like a lit
But I'm aware I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get just by drinking something
And I don't know if I'm to the feeling 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 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,
Make it so the night train gets to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of you Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple vices of my own.

I'm on that again and I don't wanna come 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 me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down