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

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

So you die, commit suicide
1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't it
Put a rope around neck and jerk it

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you're a child 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 the rough life you've got
Not, you don't wanna live no
I you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your and you doors

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

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

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

Yep
I've it before