Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you want to come close to feeling it
Initial like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they to think
"Why the hell they get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me my lungs for the love of popping amps
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 writing rhymes
Now I travel from to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
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 dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on Land Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job
And if I pass before get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my

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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 gestalt with a reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my
Looking for something to toss, tryna a spot to stand
The felt as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
Here I am the word extracting nerves
toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

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

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play for 38 seconds]