Luyện nghe bài hát The Smog

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

Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the
The nooks the it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I get it out
I got me a plan to get the out
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the G
Seeping in my head, up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking all the time
'cause my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my
The shit you call air, but I it death
'cause it makes me and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to
Got droul on my and my body's getting cold
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

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

another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
It's oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I on an oil-slick
I can't move, I think I my fucking neck
no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly
I can by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the are so still
the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the smog around the corner
I lay still and hope it notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And come crashing over Del Ray
One landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on record?

*The is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

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 for 3 weeks
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
in my head
Of a sereal in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes waves
Tidal waves that paint the red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And it's
And children are nothing but them in the
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she from the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of wanna kill me
But you can't me
'cause if you me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little 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, all good
in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, they get fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)