Luyện nghe bài hát Vulcan

It's now
speak out

[Verse 1:
Fuck your views
Take two to peer through
My optics, am feeling like a killing
Feeling like up my pockets
Massacring like Pol for the profit
No affiliation, man stop it
Half grey, half monstrous
How you stop this?
I don't need to pop
Once I this
In the
And it slow
I get all a you addicted to my
You a little timid though
As I sit and notes
An alchemist, still it apparent this
Isn't for the
I was in '97
So your profession
I don't where my head is
Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get
Smoking organic, you panic, man
Fuck all that chat
# the gat at

Speaker
slang
Got bitch in arm
Telling her, she need a man
So what does that me?
I've a little bit fucked lately
I dont be another stereotype
I grow up, man it's really fucked
18 years old, thinkin ending my life
Don't give a for your judgement
Yer I only throw punches
When I
So fuckin selfish, I'll it
That's why is scripted
I'm not talented or
Or up and
I'm just obsessed with stressing, running
a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody ever meant anything to me away
Just wanted to get my dick
Always tryna jokes, little sick fuck
Why I just, appreciate life
And
If you hate me, mutual
The sound of your body hitting the ground is
I'm immovable object
In god's and there's weed still in my cuticles
Still doing all the I used to do
Crucially, my hatred was created in the
Of
fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle
I make 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 destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder
I'll make you remember this
Bet I end up better than
Put your bets on the 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 in a song
So it may on
But I'm never that bitch back
Smokin on the ave
I went through it all in the past
Never again, again, man
MFTM, MFTM man
Save all of hate
Throw it back in face
Hardly a
Young sinner feeling old
stereotypical
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley
So I'll never sit in class
Abuse my
I see the weak when MCs are spitting
Fuck the fraudulant freudian
I'm slipping, I wish I went to prison
Fallen to the system
Just a condition
I'm fixed in, genius and insanity
Never shed a tear when my uncle passed it had to be
Doctor's him about the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, old uncle Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, and cheated anybody out of anything
I'm acting like it matters it doesn't
Sold his soul for
But it

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