Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think that if you were falling in
That you would slow down a while
Or go faster and

and faster
For a time you wouldn't feel anything
Then you burst into fire forever
And the angel's won't help you 'cause they've all gone

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was wait

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often walk strange
So I the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off haze
And the lump in his talked to the ox that he clutched safe

So I him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty without the option to escape
him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized but on some
Really man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the
On the train now, a caboose in his brain now, no

80 blocks to spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his off his cabbage rugged practical
And to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit legit
But when the flame to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

This is the sound of what you know killing you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of what you don't know you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still
is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

The whole design got my mind
The design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, the dreaded 7/10 split again

The made it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, shroud, King's County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city
out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make more useless
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously
Justice for my very own amusement with no for the conclusion

I swagger rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you
In the of the Tasmanian path, insane again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the and all its facts

The dark art of interrogation agent class
And at last in a flash on my tip toes on cracked glass
Gats and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, you asked

is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of you don't know killing you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

Your future's uncertain now
The smears on the wall, wall
Said, future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the

Your future's here now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, your uncertain here now
The smears on the wall

Your future's here now
The plot smears on the wall,
Said, your future's uncertain now
The plot on the wall