Luyện nghe bài hát Voices In My Head

Eh yo, to my world, please listen
HEY!

Poison in my veins, I'm torturing my brains,
And still I try,
Voices in my head, am I or am I dead,
Alone I cry,

1:]
Consider, configure,
the shit I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my heart and my head have fightin
I'm certain that it's the rest of my body
voices as loud as manhattan come chattin,
They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you than all of these replicates screamin they represent
man, c'mon.
And the people inside me say they see me go on tragically
And it's evil, cause I'm 20 something working for some crumbs some bread, or nothin

2:]
The harder the the deeper the trouble,
out of the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle,
With inside me, what demon is not me,
These demons inside me got me, they stop me from sleepin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and my reason for breathin is ceasin',
Sleetin in a danger, my when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper,
bleedin on paper,
And I'm tired of violence, so tortured inside,ain't it awkward and overtly open inside, have I already died,
Has mom already And why do I feel like I'm over this life,
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my girlfriend is tasteful, it up,
I might even blow, like a leak in a truck, a torch and a clutch,
And explosion leaves all coughin' up dust, and the people,
Inside me say, they see me go tragically,
And it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for a some bread or nothin

2:]
I'm awake, and it's quarter to six,
I'm trying to and I ain't thought of no shit,
I live with guilt I slaughtered a Sikh,
I live with like my daughter's a bitch,
I don't make but I still persist,
I sell out but I still resist,
So don't me about no pain and shit,
I was born and in poverty bitch,
And I smile all the while and complain,
I'm something Gill Scott Heron,
Do you know what it feels like to a friend, again and again and again, again
The bitter, the sinner, the the poet, the river of blood within him that's flowin,
I'm the bitter, the sinner, the killer, the poet, the river of blood me flowinn,
People me say, the wanna see me goin' tragically,
And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty working for a crumb or some bread or nothin

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