Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

and faster
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 down the street
I was wait

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

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

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

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

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

is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want 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 sound of what you 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 I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm up
the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
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 pressures mounting, residential shroud, County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded city unit
Taking out the trash and in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men moves more useless
Use abuse quick, losers,
Bitch, speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously
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 liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, again laughin'
at the randomness of the city and all its facts

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

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

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 want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

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

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

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