Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
Let's out

[Verse 1:
Fuck your views
two minutes to peer through
My optics, am feeling makin a killing
like fillin up my pockets
Massacring Pol Potts for the profit
No religious affiliation, man it
Half tall grey, half
How you stop this?
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 though
As I sit and scribble
An alchemist, still make it this
for the gold
I was in '97
So fuck profession
I know where my head is
Treasure forever hidden, just I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all that chat
# the gat at

Speaker
Speaking
Got bitch in arm
her, she don't need a man
So what that make me?
I've been a little bit fucked
I dont wanna be another
I gotta grow up, man it's fucked
18 years old, thinkin ending my life
Don't give a fuck for judgement
Yer lucky I only throw
When I
So selfish, I'll admit it
That's why this is
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 anything to me away
wanted to get my dick sucked
Always crack jokes, little sick fuck
Why I just, appreciate life
And
If you me, it's mutual
The sound of your body hitting the ground is
I'm immovable object
In god's head and there's still in my cuticles
Still doing all the things I to do
Crucially, my was created in the crucible
Of
Thank fuck I poked my up out the cubicle
I gotta it apparent
I lost a parent, I never had him
was a no show 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 and covers
Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit
I'll sure you remember this
Bet I end up better than
Put your bets on the in
My pen again, a medalling symbol of
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so veteran's 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 bitch back
Smokin on the ave
I went it all in the fucking past
Never again, again, man
MFTM, MFTM man
Save all of hate
Throw it back in your
Hardly a
sinner still feeling old
Hardly
Taking it back, wu-tang that paisley raised
So I'll sit in first class
Abuse my
I see the weak when these MCs are
Fuck the fraudulant slips
I'm slipping, I wish I went to prison
Fallen to the system
a social condition
I'm fixed in, genius and insanity
Never shed a when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
warned him about the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, good old Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of
I'm acting like it matters it doesn't
his soul for substance
But it

Long as I grip this fucking mic a vulcan
I just wish I got the to say I loved him
Sold his fuckin for the substance
But man it...