Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
Let's out

[Verse 1:
your weak views
Take two to peer through
My optics, am feeling makin a killing
Feeling fillin up my pockets
like Pol Potts for the profit
No affiliation, man stop it
Half tall grey, monstrous
How you gonna stop
I need to pop clips
Once I drop
In the
And whip it
I get all a you addicted to my
You look a little timid
As I sit and scribble
An alchemist, still make it apparent
Isn't for the
I was in '97
So your profession
I know where my head is
forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all that peace
# the gat at

Speaker
Speaking
Got your in arm
her, she don't need a man
So what does make me?
I've been a little bit lately
I dont wanna be stereotype
I gotta grow up, man it's fucked
18 years old, thinkin about ending my
Don't give a fuck for your
Yer I only throw punches
I write
So fuckin selfish, admit it
That's why this is
I'm not talented or
Or up and
I'm obsessed with stressing, fucking running
From a lifestyle, I've hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me
Just wanted to get my sucked
Always tryna jokes, little sick fuck
Why can't I just, appreciate
And
If you hate me, it's
The sound of your body the ground is beautiful
I'm immovable object
In god's and there's weed still in my cuticles
Still all the things I used to do
Crucially, my hatred was created in the
Of
Thank fuck I poked my head up out the
I gotta make it
I lost a parent, well I had him
Daddy was a no show and the pain out so slow
Dead big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her
Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and
with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder
I'll make sure you remember
Bet I end up than deviling
Put your on the devil in
My pen again, a medalling of petulance
get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine
Escaping my selfish
my brain spread on a page
So I put my in a song
So it may on
But I'm never calling bitch back
Smokin on the ave
I through it all in the fucking past
Never again, again, man
It's MFTM, man
all of your hate
Throw it back in face
a subliminal
Young sinner still old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior paisley raised
So never sit in first class
my intuition
I see the when these MCs are spitting
Fuck the fraudulant freudian
I'm slipping, I really wish I went to
victim to the system
Just a condition
I'm fixed in, between and insanity
Never shed a tear my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's him about the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, good old Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated out of anything
I'm acting like it matters it doesn't
his soul for substance
But it

Long as I grip this mic like a vulcan
I just wish I got the to say I loved him
Sold his fuckin soul for the
But man it...