Luyện nghe bài hát Even Superman Shot Himself

Goddamn, even shot himself
his mind couldn't save the wealth
I said, maybe he read the Sunday
Murder front page death and

I can't see through the of the hazy
the little things, it's the little things
It's the little things that drive a man
Yeah, yeah,

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

Taken out by the villain willin'
To stand in line and do the time you
life brings death that life has created
And do you understand I say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't shake it 'til you give it up,
Sell your soul, or don't give a
you out superhero style
Your finger's on the wishing you were bigger

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

Like Bickle 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 years