Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
speak out

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Fuck weak views
Take two to peer through
My optics, am feeling like a killing
Feeling like fillin up my
Massacring Pol Potts for the profit
No religious affiliation, man it
Half grey, half monstrous
How you stop this?
I don't to pop clips
I drop this
In the
And it slow
I get all a you to my flow
You look a timid though
As I sit and scribble
An alchemist, still make it apparent
for the gold
I was in '97
So fuck profession
I don't know 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 your in arm
Telling her, she don't a man
So does that make me?
I've a little bit fucked lately
I dont wanna be another
I grow up, man it's really fucked
18 years old, thinkin ending my life
Don't give a fuck for your
Yer I only throw punches
When I
So fuckin selfish, admit it
That's why is scripted
I'm not or gifted
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 to me away
Just wanted to get my sucked
Always tryna crack jokes, little fuck
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 head and there's weed still in my
Still doing all the things I to do
Crucially, my hatred was in the crucible
Of
Thank fuck I my head up out the cubicle
I gotta it apparent
I a parent, well I never had him
was a no show and the pain burned 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 out of boxes and covers
with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder
I'll make sure you remember
Bet I end up than deviling
Put bets on the devil in
My pen again, a medalling symbol of
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in so called veteran's medicine
my selfish ways
With my brain on a page
So I put my soul in a
So it may on
But I'm never calling bitch back
Smokin on the ave
I through it all in the fucking past
Never again, again, man
MFTM, MFTM man
Save all of your
Throw it in your face
a subliminal
Young sinner feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang that paisley raised
So I'll never sit in first
my intuition
I see the weak when these MCs are
the fraudulant freudian slips
I'm slipping, I really I went to prison
Fallen to the system
Just a social
I'm fixed in, between and insanity
Never a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's him about the bevy
Didn't listen, good old uncle Henry
Saw in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything
I'm acting it matters when it doesn't
Sold his soul for
But it

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