Luyện nghe bài hát Assassination Of A Pop Star

Circling a face a fanzine talking shit as I load the magazines.
.30-.30 is oiled and ready so you know the nervers are steady.
Got a backstage pass all packin' a gat where it's strapped you can't guess.
a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets nine spot.

I got you in my hairs, the situation ain't fair!
I sent you all notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The situation ain't fair, I got you in my hairs!
You all make me sick, hold while the gun goes click.

to city I'm stalking you but you think I'm following the group.
I'm a groupie you can trust as I mount C-4 under the bus.
in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits.
Booby the stage. The crowd will be dazed when you go POP in a big ole blaze!

I got you in my cross hairs, the ain't fair!
I sent you all notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The situation fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold while the gun goes click.

Oh shit, I've shot, I'm about to go into shock.
Yo, tell me I am supposed to do,
When I sold my soul I thought I my dues.
Yo, listen, I don't to die.
How much to live time?
Out the in my mouth, no I won't.
No.
No, Please Don't!!!!!!!

I got you in my hairs, the situation ain't fair!
I sent you all notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still the gun goes click.