Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle with the same
And wrote the threat of addiction off the same sip
Drowning, holding on to and everything around me,
down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, for any chance that allows me
To sip another bad taste and devour it whole
Young 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 when it told me I should my roll
abusive, but never hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when I
If the proof is in the pudding I ate it all up,
Instead of savoring the I love

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, trying to overload my
You always chase me in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I come down
2:]
What's your meaning of high,
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 with a hiccup
And all the while been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I do the harder drugs cause I slip up
up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated 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 the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
I've focusing and fighting so hard
That I deserve a bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my crown in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again, trying to overload my
You always chase me round in circles till I'm to hit the clouds
I come 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 when I'm
At least a bit, I smile like a lit candle
But I'm aware I'm just blinded 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 feeling or the
That I can a little exit without thinking of it
Hell, I I'm showing all the signs huh?
And redirecting to alcohol defines fun
And I'll admit I've been known to have a good time,
But promised I'd never cross the line
But never learned to 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 other Joe
And got a couple vices of my own.

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