Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was wait

Bumped into this kid I knew, he would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
And the in his pocket 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
Gave him the standard, yo, up man, how you landin'?
And the hypnotized response was no surprise, I

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on
Really real man, good to see you, really, 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 uptown spot, vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage practical
And began to fancy the words I jostled loose

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

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

This is the sound of what you know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe true
This is the sound of 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 tied blind
To the ground I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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