Luyện nghe bài hát Voices In My Head

Eh yo, to my world, please listen
HEY!

Poison in my veins, inside I'm my brains,
And still I try,
Voices in my head, am I or am I dead,
I cry, aiaiaiai

1:]
Consider, configure,
the shit I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my heart and my head have fightin
I'm certain it's hurtin the rest of my body
voices as loud as manhattan come chattin,
They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you than all of these replicates screamin they represent
man, c'mon.
And the inside me say they wanna see me go on tragically
And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for crumbs some bread, or nothin

2:]
The harder the the deeper the trouble,
Come out of the bubble, I'll you to cuddle,
With demons inside me, what is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, stop me from sleepin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my reason for is ceasin',
Sleetin in a danger, my when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper,
bleedin on paper,
And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside,ain't it and overtly open inside, have I already died,
Has mom already cried? And why do I feel like I'm over life,
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my girlfriend is tasteful, it up,
I might blow, like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And that leaves all coughin' up dust, and the people,
me say, they wanna see me go tragically,
And it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for a some bread or nothin

2:]
I'm awake, and it's quarter to six,
I'm trying to write and I thought of no shit,
I live with like I slaughtered a Sikh,
I live shame like my daughter's a bitch,
I don't make living but I persist,
I could sell out but I resist,
So don't me about no pain and shit,
I was born and in poverty bitch,
And I all the while and don't complain,
I'm something Gill Scott Heron,
Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, and again and again, again
The bitter, the sinner, the the poet, the river of blood within him that's flowin,
I'm the bitter, the sinner, the killer, the poet, the river of within me flowinn,
People inside me say, the wanna see me tragically,
And evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something working for a crumb or some bread or nothin

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