Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
speak out

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Fuck weak views
Take two minutes to peer
My optics, am feeling makin a killing
Feeling like up my pockets
Massacring like Pol Potts for the
No religious affiliation, man it
Half grey, half monstrous
How you gonna this?
I don't to pop clips
Once I drop
In the
And it slow
I get all a you to my flow
You look a timid though
As I sit and notes
An alchemist, still make it this
for the gold
I was in '97
So fuck profession
I don't where my head is
Treasure forever hidden, hope I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all peace chat
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got bitch in arm
Telling her, she need a man
So does that make me?
been a little bit fucked lately
I wanna be another stereotype
I gotta grow up, man it's fucked
18 years old, thinkin about my life
Don't give a for your judgement
Yer lucky I only punches
When I
So fuckin selfish, admit it
That's why this is
I'm not or gifted
Or up and
I'm just obsessed stressing, fucking running
From a lifestyle, that hated for a while
But pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away
Just wanted to get my sucked
Always tryna crack jokes, little sick
Why can't I just, appreciate
And
If you hate me, mutual
The sound of your body hitting the is beautiful
I'm like object
In god's head and there's still in my cuticles
Still doing all the I used to do
Crucially, my hatred was in the crucible
Of
Thank fuck I poked my up out the cubicle
I make it apparent
I a parent, well I never had him
Daddy was a no show and the burned out so slow
beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her
Wish it was the way it was I was making den's out of boxes and covers
Boxing with destiny, not a one hit wonder
I'll make sure you remember
Bet I end up better than
Put bets on the devil in
My pen again, a symbol of petulance
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called medicine
Escaping my selfish
With my brain on a page
So I put my soul in a
So it may on
But I'm never calling that back
Smokin on the ave
I went through it all in the fucking
Never again, again, man
It's MFTM, man
Save all of your
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 freudian slips
I'm slipping, I wish I went to prison
Fallen to the system
Just a condition
I'm in, between genius and insanity
Never a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's warned him the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, old uncle Henry
Saw in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything
I'm acting like it matters it doesn't
his soul for substance
But it

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