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 wrote the threat of off with the same sip
Drowning, on to anything and everything 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 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 slow my
It's abusive, but hands on a women,
a couple bottle necks and pounced when I shouldn't
If the is in the pudding I done ate it all up,
Instead of the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna back down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
You're on that shit again, trying to overload my
You chase me round in circles till I'm forced 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 in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and ends a hiccup
And all the while I've camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the drugs cause I slip up
Slip up - yeah that kid 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 rest of them, no thought, no like the rest of them
I've been focusing and so hard
I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on shit again and I don't wanna come back down
I my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the
You're on shit 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 claimed to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of
And cheers proudly to my flaws a chipped glass
The fact is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit, I smile like a lit
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 little exit thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs
And redirecting to alcohol defines fun
And I'll admit that been known to have a good time,
But promised that I'd never the line
But never learned to draw it, call it, it with a goal,
Make it so the night never gets to go
I'm as as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple 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 to the ground
You're on that shit again, trying to my mound
You always me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't down