Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

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

Aw, shit here it creeping through the cracks
The nooks the 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 ice-pick and picked the 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
me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy I'm always bucking with all the time
he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I it death
'cause it makes me choke and my breath
My toes to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

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

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

What you do?
When it comes for

*The is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a body laying in his house for 3 weeks
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to he was dead?
in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa to kill himself
Before he killed someone else
Was good?
Thoughts in my
Of an ocean of
That the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal that paint the town red
Everybody's
in my head
Of and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And it's
And children are nothing but them in the
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of people wanna me
But you kill me
'cause if you kill me, be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 old little fucking punk
in his classroom
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Hills
Well fuck what you about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and hate me and don't me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
Thoughts in my
Of a that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
They'll be
When the bombs drop and the is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)