Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Bill

It Perfect

1]
Better out sucka now I got ya where I want ya
comin and I'm packin in my lunch a
Buncha missle 'n a buncha contra
full of ganja, now come on ja-
Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya
Doin the and the cucaracha with a quad-ra-
Polegic, boogyin to Frank Sinatra."
to the Lohan, naked will you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me it's done?
Such when it isn't in my system.
Blunt-igmatism betta up to my lips son,
So on my hands, I gotta give my kids a fist-bump.
Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks,
"Mista, help me"'s what he to me, and then sunk.
Women, skinnin them and cuttin up in chunks,
In clumps - the with cocoa-butter skin once.

Once they call me Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in kilts, uppa-up in those kilts.
Man, you don't to go up in those hills,
Up in hills, uppa-up in those hills.
You better beware, stay clear of Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.

2]
Always, you can see him in the hallways-
of caucasian females in his crawlspace.
How the hell did he fit em all into such a small
Hide em in the wall- well how long will the take?
fuck it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait.
Until it dries, for the moment I you're all safe.
I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
My outta gas, my regular saw ain't.
Now I come again, damn stomach rumblin,
You can even hear the spirits comin from within.
Someone's in the back of my damn rummagin,
It's a girl, she pretty thin, but I want her skin.
Been on the hunt again, when will it end?
Evelyn, why you tryin to fight? You will win.
Severin legs, arms, there goes another limb.
Pull the then, trap door, death is evident.

Once again call me Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in kilts, uppa-up in those kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, stay of Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.

3]
Now, what ya know Buffalo Bill?
Nothin, so chill. hoe, ya better fuckin hold still.
Make sure none of lotion in the bucket don't spill.
Cut em, gut em 'n get to stuffin those girls.
Man,I think she had enough of pills,
So take that thing away to come back later, just to in those steel
Blades, when I cut ya don't squeal,
I hate the loud noises, I told you!
I keep hearin voices, like "Wouldn't ya like to go an get your knife,
And push it right through her, ya put your shish-kebab skewers
her barbaquer? Would ya do to her
What ya usually do to a girl who's newer?"
"In a world of sin-doer, this is turnin a
tournament of sorts, Christmas ornaments you are."
I'll be sure to ya til there's no more skin to ya.
Boo-ya, who ya think fuckin with? Duck, because here he comes again.

Once they call me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Bill.
Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in kilts,
Up in those kilts, in those kilts.
Man, you don't want to go up in hills,
Up in those hills, in those hills.
You better beware, clear of Buffalo Bill,
Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill.