Luyện nghe bài hát Fansong

You people out there give us something more than record sales
You us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless

You hunched and mutants
Living in rooms
You on the sheets
Your mothers for you

You lined my pockets
with gold
You're living your parents
And you're 35 old

You're a of banks
That I'd to rob
You're my online transaction
You're my stocks

Transfer you money
To a Swiss
you on an impulse buy
And you all out

Hate

You sad and losers
Complaining on the
Think you're fucking than us?'
You can't leave your

Deluded maggots
Fold your arms and
Go to and make me money
Before I put you

You're a bunch of
That I'd to rob
You're my online cash
You're my stocks

Transfer you money
To a account
Spend you on an buy
And you all out

Hate

I like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our
My overhead is way too
For us to not make all things

It's way too cynical, you
Hating what's me
I am not you, I the gods
And if I were, I'd die like

Die
DIE!

You're a bunch of
I'd like to rob
You're my cash transaction
You're my stocks

Transfer you money
To a swiss
you an on impulse buy
And you all out

You're a card
That I defile
Every I max you out
I get a thousand

You're a new car
That I do not
Wrap you a telephone pole
it off and leave

Just me... Down the elevator...
the gates... down the stairs...
Just keep on walking... the hallway...

Now the door...