Luyện nghe bài hát Coma

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want hay
on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you I'm out it hard

(Ay, Mutt)
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I some hay
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard

Mirror, on the wall
Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I
Yung Mutt with the
Dirty a dump truck
Such a bum, uh
Slash
I'm disgusted; I'm on what the fuck did I just put up my nose?
I'm buggin' out these
I'm out
I'm in now
I can see the clouds, out

Now I lay myself to
Now that I can rest in
I'm questioning my
My deathwish granted sleep
My body to worms for the birds to eat
Eternal for eternity

out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it
Creepin' out the cut my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, on, now you know I'm out it hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want hay
Serve on, on, now you know I'm out it hard

I lie, lately, I've been on the fucking edge
gripped up in my left
Xanax, heron, of meds
Fantasizing about death, need one in my temple
Put the gun up to my
this shit, I shot the lead, and now I'm dead
Descended through hell, nothing but flesh smell
I scream, and scream, and scream, and hear the others yell as
Oh well, my luck
Devil up to devour me
That was my old life, Antichrist, he has me

Our water broke, leaving New Orleans without drinking water,
and the flooding is getting worse after
waters from Lake Pontchartrain broke through a