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 like a killing
Feeling like up my pockets
Massacring like Pol for the profit
No religious affiliation, man it
Half tall grey, half
How you stop this?
I don't to pop clips
Once I this
In the
And it slow
I get all a you addicted to my
You look a little though
As I sit and notes
An alchemist, make it apparent this
for the gold
I was in '97
So fuck profession
I don't know where my is
Treasure forever hidden, just hope I get sectioned
organic, making you panic, man
Fuck all peace chat
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got bitch in arm
her, she don't need a man
So what that make me?
I've been a little bit lately
I dont be another stereotype
I grow up, man it's really fucked
18 years old, thinkin about ending my
Don't give a for your judgement
Yer lucky I only throw
I write
So fuckin selfish, I'll it
That's why is scripted
I'm not talented or
Or up and
I'm just obsessed with stressing, running
From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a
But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me
Just wanted to get my sucked
Always tryna jokes, little sick fuck
Why I just, appreciate life
And
If you hate me, mutual
The of your body hitting the ground is beautiful
I'm like immovable
In god's head and there's weed in my cuticles
Still doing all the I used to do
Crucially, my was created in the crucible
Of
Thank fuck I poked my up out the cubicle
I gotta it apparent
I a parent, well I never had him
Daddy was a no show and the pain out so slow
Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her that I love her
Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and
Boxing with destiny, not a one hit wonder
I'll make you remember this
Bet I end up better deviling
Put your bets on the in
My pen again, a medalling symbol of
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called medicine
Escaping my selfish
my brain 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 went it all in the fucking past
again, never again, man
It's MFTM, man
Save all of your
Throw it back in your
Hardly a
Young sinner feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that raised
So I'll never sit in class
Abuse my
I see the when these MCs are spitting
Fuck the fraudulant freudian
I'm slipping, I really wish I went to
Fallen victim to the
Just a social
I'm fixed in, between and insanity
Never a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
warned 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 it matters when it doesn't
Sold his soul for
But it

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