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 I try, aiaiai
Voices in my head, am I or am I dead,
I cry, aiaiaiai

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 it's hurtin the rest of my body
voices as loud as manhattan come chattin,
They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you better than all of these replicates screamin they
man, c'mon.
And the people inside me say they see me go on tragically
And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for some crumbs some bread, or

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

2:]
I'm awake, and it's quarter to six,
I'm to write and I ain't thought of no shit,
I live with like I slaughtered a Sikh,
I live shame like my daughter's a bitch,
I don't living but I still persist,
I could sell out but I resist,
So don't tell me no pain and shit,
I was born and raised in bitch,
And I all the while and don't complain,
I'm like Gill Scott Heron,
Do you know what it like to lose 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 inside me say, the see me goin' tragically,
And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something working for a crumb or bread or nothin

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