Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

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Fuck your weak
Take two minutes to through
My optics, am feeling like makin a
Feeling fillin up my pockets
like Pol Potts for the profit
No religious affiliation, man it
Half tall grey, monstrous
How you stop this?
I don't to pop clips
Once I this
In the
And whip it
I get all a you addicted to my
You look a little though
As I sit and scribble
An alchemist, make it apparent this
for the gold
I was in '97
So your profession
I know where my head is
Treasure hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all peace chat
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got your in arm
Telling her, she need 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 years old, thinkin about my life
Don't a fuck for your judgement
Yer lucky I only punches
I write
So fuckin selfish, admit it
That's why this is
I'm not or gifted
Or up and
I'm just obsessed with stressing, fucking
From a lifestyle, I've hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody that meant anything to me away
Just wanted to get my dick
Always crack jokes, little sick fuck
Why can't I just, life
And
If you me, it's mutual
The of your body hitting the ground is beautiful
I'm like object
In god's head and there's weed in my cuticles
Still doing all the things I to do
Crucially, my hatred was created in the
Of
Thank fuck I my head up out the cubicle
I gotta make it
I a parent, well I never had him
Daddy was a no show and the pain out so slow
Dead beat big brother, 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 and covers
Boxing destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder
I'll make you remember this
Bet I end up better than
Put your on the devil in
My pen again, a symbol of petulance
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's
Escaping my selfish
With my spread on a page
So I put my soul in a
So it may on
But I'm never that bitch back
afghan on the ave
I through it all in the fucking past
Never again, again, man
MFTM, MFTM man
Save all of your
Throw it back in face
Hardly a
Young still feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley
So I'll sit in first class
my intuition
I see the weak when these MCs are
the fraudulant freudian slips
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 when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's him about the bevy
Didn't listen, good old uncle Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated out of anything
I'm acting like it when it doesn't
his soul for substance
But it

Long as I grip fucking mic like a vulcan
I wish I got the chance to say I loved him
Sold his fuckin for the substance
But man it...