Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

*The is coming*
*The smog is
*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 plan to get the out
out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the G
Seeping in my head, up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm bucking with all the time
'cause my motherfucking enemy number 1
to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it
'cause it me choke and lose my breath
My begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my getting cold
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm the smog got me fucked!

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

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

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

What you do?
When it comes for

*The is coming 5 X's*

in my head of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a dead 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 killer in Iowa to kill himself
Before he killed someone else
Was that
Thoughts in my
Of an of blood
That the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
waves that paint the town red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in in eyes
And it's
And are nothing but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
Because of a disease she caught the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of wanna kill me
But you kill me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be back to you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little fucking
Sitting in his
a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and hate me and don't me
I you too
So it's all good, all good
in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the drop and the town is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)