Luyện nghe bài hát Vice Grip

1:]
Look at what the cat dragged in, still last night's air
Hand shaking the vice never fights fair
And you're relating you struggle with the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and around me,
Staring down the barrel of a
Scowering, looking for any chance that me
To sip bad taste down and devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart of holes
No diamond in a full of coal
Never listen to the when it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle and pounced when 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 back down
I hold my broken crown in
my last shot 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 come down
2:]
What's your of high, huh?
Getting lifted on a cloud,
Moderately poisoning until you zone out?
Stick the dragon in veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt another Styrofoam cup to your
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks glass and with a hiccup
And all the while I've been my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder drugs cause I up
Slip up - yeah that kid up,
twice and skipped straight to the pub
I got my freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the of an artist by getting drunk
No
I escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the of them
been focusing and fighting so hard
That I deserve a little bit of R&R,

I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back
I hold my broken 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 won't down
3:]
I never to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of
And cheers proudly to my flaws with a glass
The sick is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit, I smile like a lit
But I'm aware I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished by drinking something
And I don't know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the
That I can make a exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm all the signs huh?
And to where alcohol 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 learned to draw it, 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 don't come back down
I hold my broken in pieces
my last shot to the ground
You're on that again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come