Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think that if you were in space
you would slow down after a while
Or go and faster?

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking the street
I was like

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

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

Yeah, we all do, the standardized refrain but on some
Really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, the truth
On the train now, a in his brain now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination booth
Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no
He pulled his hoody off his rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly loose

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

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

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

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

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

Many men make moves more
Use abuse quick, losers,
Bitch, either speak the truth or you toothless
Two fists of the ruthless
Justice for my very own with no regard for the conclusion

I swagger rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest you have
In the back of the 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 walkin' on cracked
Gats and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you

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

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

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

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