Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

*The is coming*
smog is coming*
*The smog is
*The smog is

Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the
The the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my - I gotta get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
oh please what's happening to me?-
It's the air from the smokestacks G
in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking all the time
'cause my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my
The shit you call air, but I call it
'cause it makes me choke and lose my
My toes begin to curl, my start to fold
Got droul on my and my body's getting cold
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

*The smog is
*The smog is
*The is coming*
*The smog is

It's another cloudy day, raining, but not water
raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I can't move, I think I broke my fucking
It's no surprise, I'm laying paralized
up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the race
And oh shit, it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the dog
The air is calm, the are so still
When the creeps out the pipes for a kill
neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' the corner
I lay and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his jaws
I think, I think, I think I my draws
But its ok, the left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And come down over Del Ray
One even on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this

smog is here!*
*The somg is 8 X's*

you gonna do?
When it comes for

smog is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a body laying in his house for 3 weeks
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal in Iowa decided to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and tidal waves
Tidal that paint the town red
Everybody's
in my head
Of mothers and who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And it's
And children are nothing but in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a she caught from the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its up!
in my head
Of wanna kill me
But you kill me
'cause if you me, I'll be back to kill you
it before, do it again
Thougths in my
Of a 16 old little fucking punk
in his classroom
Drawing a gang on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of despise me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society that is so up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the bombs drop and the is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)