Luyện nghe bài hát Volatile

Fuck the

They see me coming
faces twisted in shock
Now the come gunning
To put our to the black
of the laughter
Sick of the
of the feeling
This of shame
Sick of white folks eged and vain
Protesting a culture that the same
Don't blame the elites
When nazi assholes march the
So call me a hypocrite call me a
It's nothing compared to your and your hate

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

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

This world is fucking

the World

You'll see me coming
Sick of the
Sick of the
of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my screen
of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop crying
Stop claiming
men won't speak because they're scared of the violence
But bad men keep to fill up the silence

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

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

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