Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

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

Aw, here it comes 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 plan to get the out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
oh please what's happening to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the G
in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm bucking with all the time
'cause my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it
it makes me choke and lose my breath
My begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's cold
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's raining oil out the sky I I oughta
Make a run but I on an oil-slick
I move, I think I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm there paralized
up into 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, here it comes-the smog
I can by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the are so still
When the smog out the pipes for a kill
neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' around the
I lay still and hope it doesn't me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
up just 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 turn into stone
And crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on record?

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

What you do?
it comes for you?

*The is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3
Untill his complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa to kill himself
Before he actually killed else
Was good?
in my head
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs and causes tidal waves
Tidal that paint the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the in their in eyes
And it's
And children are but them in the future
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 up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of people wanna 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 little fucking
Sitting in his
a gang sign on a folder
In his Hills
Well fuck 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, all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society is so fucked up and so evil
That if prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
They'll be
the bombs drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)