Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last air
Hand shaking the vice never fights fair
And relating cause you struggle with the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off the same sip
Drowning, holding on to and everything around me,
Staring the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any 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 in a stocking full of coal
Never to the world when it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle necks and pounced I shouldn't
If the proof is in the pudding I ate it all up,
Instead of the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come down
I hold my broken in pieces
Pour my shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, 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 your meaning of high,
Getting lifted on a cloud,
Moderately poisoning yourself until you zone
Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing and Cain,
Tilt Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts a rocks glass and ends with a hiccup
And all the I've been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder drugs I slip up
up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated twice and 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
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
Pour my last to the ground
You're on that shit again, to overload my mound
You always chase me round in till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't down
3:]
I claimed 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 happy 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 little without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And to where alcohol defines fun
And I'll 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 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 don't wanna back down
I hold my broken crown in
my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, trying to overload my
You always me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down