Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

So you wanna die, suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it put a around your neck
And jerk it the didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of
After watching Jackie Gleason walk a precinct
Gun down the captain for no reason

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

it's a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

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

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

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

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Yep
I've said it before and say it again
Life moves fast
If you stop and look around
once in a while you'll miss it

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

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

and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a den
Number Five it ain't worth being alive
a dust suede, mixed it with cyanide
The only one to escape was Six
He home sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig, goodbye there's no to cry
we all die