Luyện nghe bài hát Volatile

Fuck the

They never see me
faces twisted in shock
Now the come gunning
To put our heads to the
Sick of the
of the pain
Sick of the
This of shame
Sick of white folks privil and vain
Protesting a culture isn't the same
Don't blame the elites
nazi assholes march the streets
So me a hypocrite call me a fake
nothing compared to your pride and your hate

Dead and
There's times are
There's no left for you

Dead and
no room left for you
There's times are

This world is fucking

the World

You'll never see me
Sick of the
Sick of the
Sick of telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my screen
Sick of the NRA to scare me
Stop innocence
claiming self-defense
Good men won't speak because scared of the violence
But bad men screaming to fill up the silence

Dead and
There's times are
no room left for you

Dead and
There's no room for you
times are volatile

This world is fucking

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Dead and
times are volatile
There's no left for you

Dead and
Life can be so

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