Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

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

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back
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 round in till 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 until you zone 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
I don't do the harder drugs cause I slip up
Slip up - that kid slipped up,
twice and skipped straight to the pub
I got my pops 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 faith like the rest of
been focusing and fighting so hard
That I a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back
I hold my crown in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that again, trying to overload my mound
You always me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
3:]
I never claimed to be a saint,
I a life off of mishaps
And cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped
The sick is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit, I like a lit candle
But I'm that I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished just by drinking
And I don't know if I'm to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs
And redirecting to where alcohol fun
And admit that I've been known to have a good time,
But promised that I'd never the line
But never to draw it, call it, write it with 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 little of my own.

I'm on that shit again and I don't come back down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
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