Luyện nghe bài hát Voices In My Head

Eh yo, to my world, please listen
HEY!

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

1:]
Consider, configure,
the that I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my heart and my have been fightin
I'm certain that hurtin the rest of my body
Them voices as as manhattan come chattin,
They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you better than all of these replicates screamin 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 demons me, what demon is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, they stop me sleepin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my for breathin is ceasin',
Sleetin in a danger, my nose I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper,
It's on paper,
And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside,ain't it awkward and overtly inside, have I already died,
Has mom already cried? And why do I feel like I'm this life,
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my is tasteful, livin it up,
I might even blow, like a in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And explosion that leaves all up dust, and the people,
me say, they wanna see me go tragically,
And it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something, for a crumb some bread or nothin

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

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