Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

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

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 the bitch up
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh what's happening to me?-
It's the air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my
me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm bucking with all the time
'cause he's my motherfucking number 1
Trying to puncture on my by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I it death
'cause it makes me choke and lose my
My toes begin to curl, my fingers to fold
Got droul on my and my body's getting cold
know what to do so now I start to panic
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another day, it's 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 I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying paralized
up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the smog creepin' around the
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 I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me
So I lay and watch the turn into stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

smog is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

What you do?
it comes for you?

*The smog is 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a body laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain about the
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to himself
Before he actually someone else
Was good?
Thoughts in my
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal
waves 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 sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she from 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 me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
in my head
Of a 16 year old fucking punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a gang on a folder
In his Burmingham
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
Thoughts in my
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)