Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
Let's 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 stop
I need to pop clips
I drop this
In the
And it slow
I get all a you to my flow
You look a little timid
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, just hope I get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all that peace
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got bitch in arm
Telling her, she need a man
So what does that me?
I've been a bit fucked lately
I dont wanna be another
I gotta grow up, man really fucked
18 years old, thinkin about my life
give a fuck for your judgement
Yer lucky I only punches
When I
So selfish, I'll admit it
why this is scripted
I'm not talented or
Or up and
I'm just with stressing, fucking running
From a lifestyle, that hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody that ever anything to me away
wanted to get my dick sucked
Always tryna jokes, little sick fuck
Why can't I just, life
And
If you hate me, it's
The sound of your body hitting the is beautiful
I'm like immovable
In god's head and there's still in my cuticles
Still doing all the 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 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 birthday that I 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
make sure you remember this
Bet I end up better than
Put your bets on the in
My pen again, a medalling of petulance
get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine
Escaping my ways
With my brain on a page
So I put my soul in a
So it may on
But I'm calling that bitch back
afghan on the ave
I went it all in the fucking past
Never again, again, man
It's MFTM, man
all of your hate
Throw it in your face
Hardly a
Young sinner feeling old
stereotypical
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior paisley raised
So I'll never sit in class
my intuition
I see the weak these MCs are spitting
the fraudulant freudian slips
I'm slipping, I wish I went to prison
Fallen victim to the
a social condition
I'm fixed in, between genius and
Never a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's warned him the bevy
Didn't listen, good old uncle Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated out of anything
I'm like it matters when it doesn't
Sold his for substance
But it

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