Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800-Suicide (Poisonous Remix)

Suicide a suicide
Budabuyby, it's a suicide
it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide a suicide

So you wanna die, suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide
Far as life, yo it ain't it
Put a rope your neck and jerk it

The trick didn't
Your life was fucked up the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason into a precinct
Gun down the for no fucking reason

And get LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got for the war
an alligator, let it eat ya raw

Back to the function, riding the to hell
Bzzzzt the third rail
You fucked up chicken, now you got fried
'Cause a suicide

Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, suicide a suicide
Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, suicide a suicide

Hey you little rich kid, what's your
Come and tell the 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 a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're as ink
Maybe Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the man

Now you stand on the grave digga and
You're singing the blues about the rough life got
Not, you don't wanna live no
I you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home fill up your windows and you doors

it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a
Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, suicide a suicide

Turn your oven on high for about hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a

Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, it's a suicide
Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, it's a suicide

Yep
I've it before