Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand cause the vice never fights fair
And relating cause you struggle with the same shit
And wrote the of addiction off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to and everything around me,
down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any that allows me
To sip bad taste down and devour it whole
bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a stocking 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 is in the pudding I done ate it all up,
Instead of savoring the I love

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, trying to overload my
You always chase me round in circles I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's your of high, huh?
Getting on a smoke cloud,
Moderately poisoning yourself until you out?
Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing and Cain,
another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and ends with a
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,
twice and skipped straight to the pub
I got my pops freaking out his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an 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 shit again and I don't wanna come back
I hold my broken crown in
Pour my 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 come
3:]
I claimed to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of
And proudly to my flaws with a chipped glass
The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm
At least a little bit, I smile a lit candle
But I'm aware that I'm just by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished just by something
And I don't know if I'm addicted to the or the fact
That I can a little exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs
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 couple vices of my own.

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