Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

and faster
For a long time you 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 kid walking down the street
I was wait

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

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

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

80 blocks to spot, destination vocal booth
like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his rugged practical
And began to the words I mistakenly jostled loose

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

This is the sound of what you know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still
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 don't killing you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
This is the 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 if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split

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

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

I swagger with tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its

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

This is the of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of 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 know killing you
This is the of what you don't believe 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, future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the

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

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