Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800-Suicide (remix)

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

So you die, commit 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 was fucked up from the first day of birth
watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no reason

And get some LSD or a from the bar
Get behind your wheel and the car
Like Desert Storm, got 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 got fried
it's a suicide

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

Hey you rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Reaper all of your grief
You for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your got endz, but yo he's mad cheap

Maybe you're a bastard you think
Mom and dad are white and you're as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian a tan
But you hate lasagna and the 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 guess you're ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just up your windows and you doors

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

Turn your oven on for about four hours
you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You yourself 'cause it's a suicide

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

Yep
I've said it