Luyện nghe bài hát Even Superman Shot Himself

Goddamn, even Superman shot
Blew his mind couldn't the wealth
I said, he read the Sunday paper
Murder front page death and

I can't see the haze of the hazy
It's the little things, the little things
It's the little things drive a man crazy
Yeah, yeah,

You know what I I know why he did it
Too to outwit it, get it
His cape was red, yeah, but so was his
Man of steel with a thud

out by the villain who's willin'
To stand in line and do the you hated
'Cause life brings death that life has
And do you when I say

It's the little things break the man
By the way are you it bit by bit, piece by piece
They're stealing it bite the hit the deck
dealing it, you've got to give it up

Goddamn, goddamn,
Goddamn, goddamn, even Superman himself
Goddamn, goddamn,
Goddamn, Superman shot himself

Sometimes I so stupid, sometimes I feel so low
Sometimes I think of all the things, yeah, I'll never know
Sometimes I know what to do
But most motherfuckers don't have a
Sometimes I don't know to do
But most motherfuckers don't a clue, yeah

Most motherfuckers have a clue
Most motherfuckers don't a clue
motherfuckers don't have a clue
Most don't have a clue

Goddamn, goddamn,
Goddamn, yeah, goddamn, even Superman shot
Goddamn,
Goddamn, goddamn, Superman shot himself

Come on, on, come on
this out, check this out, check this out

Open eyes see out the inside
The of the point of the point you can't hide
the shit that's all around funky ghetto
Of the mind brings you down

Can't shake it 'til you it up, yeah
Sell your soul, or don't a fuck
Takin' you out style
Your finger's on the trigger wishing you were

All the while you've got the soul with rigor
Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this"
You've got the soul with rigor
Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this"

Like Travis said, "Suck on this"
Like Travis said, "Suck on this"
Like Bickle said, "Suck on this"
The grip on the neck and the snake kiss

And I burned for twenty-five