Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
speak out

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your weak views
Take two to peer through
My optics, am feeling makin a killing
Feeling fillin up my pockets
Massacring like Pol for the profit
No affiliation, man stop it
Half tall grey, half
How you gonna this?
I don't to pop clips
I drop this
In the
And it slow
I get all a you to my flow
You look a little timid
As I sit and scribble
An alchemist, make it apparent this
Isn't for the
I was in '97
So your profession
I don't know where my is
Treasure forever hidden, just hope I get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
all that peace chat
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got bitch in arm
Telling her, she don't a man
So what that make me?
I've been a bit fucked lately
I dont be another stereotype
I gotta up, man it's really fucked
18 old, thinkin about ending my life
Don't a fuck for your judgement
Yer lucky I only punches
When I
So selfish, I'll admit it
why this is scripted
I'm not or gifted
Or up and
I'm just obsessed with stressing, running
From a lifestyle, that I've for a while
But I've pushed everybody ever meant anything to me away
Just wanted to get my dick
tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck
Why can't I just, life
And
If you hate me, mutual
The sound of your body the ground is beautiful
I'm immovable object
In god's head and weed still in my cuticles
Still doing all the things I to do
Crucially, my was created in the crucible
Of
Thank I poked my head up out the cubicle
I gotta it apparent
I a parent, well I never had him
Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so
Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I her
Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of and covers
Boxing with destiny, not a one hit wonder
I'll sure you remember this
Bet I end up better deviling
Put bets on the devil in
My pen again, a medalling symbol of
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's
my selfish ways
With my brain spread on a
So I put my in a song
So it may on
But I'm never that bitch back
Smokin on the ave
I went it all in the fucking past
again, never again, man
It's MFTM, man
Save all of your
Throw it in your face
Hardly a
Young sinner feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior paisley raised
So I'll sit in first class
Abuse my
I see the weak these MCs are spitting
Fuck the fraudulant freudian
I'm slipping, I really I went to prison
Fallen victim to the
a social condition
I'm fixed in, genius and insanity
Never shed a tear when my passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's warned him the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, good old uncle
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and anybody out of anything
I'm acting it matters when it doesn't
his soul for substance
But it

Long as I this fucking mic like a vulcan
I just wish I got the chance to say I him
his fuckin soul for the substance
But man it...