Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well there's in my book
From writing on the
to find a song for you
That the ocean can only
And this beach is wider
Than my of thought is long
And little grain of sand
Is some other asshole song
So i'll try to get right
Before the sunburn i'm wrong,
Says i'm
I keep on clever guns
That up in my face
And what good to say i'm
time it wont erase
All the i hit erase
On word you said to me
And covered it up
Like dogshit on a pretty street
Just to not off the neighbors
No wonder i cant sleep, i sleep
A song a chorus,
This is my attempt
that would really bore us
And the would go limp
But words just keep on shooting
Out my pen just a gun
And i'm aiming at your
Trying not to come
you love the smell of gunshots
And the of one.. no fun
They'll probably say sucks
But i don't care
And i used the "gunshot"
So it get on the air
While the rappers do a
And smoke crack praise the lord
While a white-bread singer
Has to here looking bored
And i'm at it, i should mention
That all the i used in my
were fake...
Not real... plastic..
Fuck... get real... it...
I still you