Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

So you wanna die, commit suicide 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it worth it put a rope around your neck
And jerk it the trick work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of
After Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking

And get some LSD or a from the bar
Get your wheel and crash 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 third rail, you fucked up
Now you just got fried 'cause a suicide

it's a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Suicide 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 child you
Mom and dad are and you're dark as ink
Maybe Sicilian with a tan
But you hate and the pizza man

Now you stand on the grave digga and
You're the blues about the rough life you've got
Not you wanna live no more
I guess you're really for the grave yard tour
When you get home just up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for about hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

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

Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it
Life pretty fast
If you don't stop and around
once in a while you'll miss it

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

Second one said, "Mm good but I can top it"
Put an axe up to his and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in direction
The rest know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on
yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire

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