Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think that if you were falling in
That you slow down after a while
Or go faster and

and faster
For a long time you wouldn't feel
Then you would burst into fire
And the won't help you 'cause they've all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was like

Bumped into kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
And the in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe

So I saluted him there, for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to
him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, the standardized refrain but on some
Really man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, the truth
On the now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged
And began to fancy the I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

This is the sound of you don't know killing you
is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still
This is the of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

The whole got my mind cryin'
The design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split

The medic made it out to be, epidemic wow for me
Evidence of mounting, residential shroud, King's County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city
Taking out the trash and in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make more useless
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you toothless
Two fists of the ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement with no for the conclusion

I swagger with rats tappin' the in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, insane laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the and all its facts

The dark art of interrogation agent class
And at last in a on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you

is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you believe still true
This is the of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of what you don't know you
This is the sound of what you don't still true
This is the sound of what you want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall,
Said, your future's uncertain now
The plot smears on the

Your future's here now
The smears on the wall, wall
Said, future's uncertain here now
The plot on the wall

Your future's here now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, future's uncertain here now
The plot on the wall