Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking the vice never fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle with the same
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the sip
Drowning, on to anything and everything around me,
Staring down the barrel of a
Scowering, looking for any that allows me
To sip another bad taste and devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart of holes
No in a stocking full of coal
Never to the world when it told me I should slow my roll
abusive, but never hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle and pounced when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the 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 shot to the ground
on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's meaning of high, huh?
Getting lifted on a cloud,
poisoning yourself until you zone out?
Stick the dragon in your veins, Adderall 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
up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated twice and skipped to the pub
I got my pops out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an by getting drunk
No
I like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
I've been and fighting so hard
That I a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit 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 always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the
I come down
3:]
I never to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of
And cheers proudly to my flaws a chipped glass
The sick is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned
At a little bit, I smile like a lit candle
But I'm aware that I'm just blinded by the of it
And stress doesn't get just by drinking something
And I know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And redirecting to where defines fun
And I'll admit that I've been known to a good time,
But promised that I'd never cross the
But never to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
Make it so the train never gets to go
I'm as as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple little of my own.

I'm on that shit again and I wanna come back down
I hold my 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 till I'm forced to hit the
I come down