Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one out to all of those that want success
Wait, not the ones that want it
This goes to those that they deserve it
And this one to all of those that make the moves
and that have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the line on the edge
To all the heads about to it loose

And you don't want to close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
a minute within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not what he speaks?"
They know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
Let me spike the ball because I don't like to
Let me paint a picture on the surface of mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, life of a
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, at my Gucci, it's about that time
for me to this piece of junk and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook
Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't what chocolate milk does to the hangover
on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the kebab
the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all my theory

4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and the flame

It never settles, the constant of metal
against timing, developing my threshold
Touching the with a little reverb and some echo
to add flavor like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna a spot to stand
The anger as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to
Move past, the is set, the previous sets
carry me through the
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running toward the (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put your head on the and shut your eyes
Take mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying in the rain
The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and life like a numbers game
Poppa a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones to the bottom of his guts
Yo, don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your fate so let 'em
I bet I your age and I can guess your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some in the lake?
I can't it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit alone
I over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug play together for 38 seconds]