Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
speak out

[Verse 1:
Fuck your views
two minutes to peer through
My optics, am feeling like a killing
Feeling like fillin up my
Massacring like Pol Potts for the
No affiliation, man stop it
Half tall grey, half
How you gonna this?
I need to pop clips
Once I this
In the
And whip it
I get all a you to my flow
You look a timid though
As I sit and notes
An alchemist, still make it apparent
for the gold
I was in '97
So fuck profession
I don't know my head is
forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all peace chat
# the gat at

Speaker
Speaking
Got bitch in arm
her, she don't need a man
So what does make me?
I've been a little bit fucked
I dont wanna be another
I gotta up, man it's really fucked
18 old, thinkin about ending my life
Don't give a fuck for your
Yer lucky I throw punches
When I
So selfish, I'll admit it
why this is scripted
I'm not or gifted
Or up and
I'm just with stressing, fucking running
From a lifestyle, I've hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody ever meant anything to me away
wanted to get my dick sucked
Always tryna crack jokes, little sick
Why I just, appreciate life
And
If you me, it's mutual
The sound of your body hitting the is beautiful
I'm like 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 make it apparent
I lost a parent, I never had him
Daddy was a no and the pain burned 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 boxes and
Boxing with destiny, not a one hit wonder
make sure you remember this
Bet I end up than 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
my selfish ways
With my brain spread on a
So I put my soul in a
So it may on
But I'm never calling that bitch
Smokin on the ave
I went through it all in the past
again, never again, man
It's MFTM, man
Save all of your
it back in your face
Hardly a
Young still feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior paisley raised
So I'll sit in first class
my intuition
I see the weak when MCs are spitting
the fraudulant freudian slips
I'm slipping, I really wish I went to
Fallen 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 warned him about the
Didn't listen, good old uncle Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and anybody out of anything
I'm acting like it matters when it
Sold his for substance
But it

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