Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide

So you die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it put a rope around your
And jerk it the trick work
Your life was fucked up the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a
Gun down the captain for no fucking

And get LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and the car
Like Desert got bombs for the war
an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the to hell
Bzzt touched the rail, you fucked up chicken
Now you just got 'cause it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

it's a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Hey you rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of grief
You for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad
Maybe a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're as ink
you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate and the pizza man

Now you on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life got
Not you don't live no more
I guess you're really ready for the grave tour
When you get just fill up your windows and your doors
your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

it's a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

Yep
I've said it before and say it again
Life moves pretty
If you don't stop and look
Every in a while you'll miss it

Six fucking stepped up playing brave God
Had the fucking nerve to try and my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my
Commit suicide and bring you back to life
The was convinced stuck a water hose
In his mouth at full so his head can explode

Second one said, "Mm that's but I can top it"
Put an axe up to his head and then he it
Blood shot out in every
The rest didn't know to do, I made suggestions
Put a in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on
Better yet go hang yourself with a wire

Three and Four deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, themselves in a lion's den
Number Five said it worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with
The one to escape was number Six
He went sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, graves to dig, goodbye there's no need to cry
we all die