Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
one, two, um, twelve
This is my song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my up
My favorite color is red, like the shed
In Curt Cobain's head when he shot himself
Women all at my shish-kabob
Lauren Hill's tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm more so
Shit I got full blown and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row, signin' at your show
I just remembered that I'm minded
Wait, I I've lost my mind I can't find it
I freestylin' ever verse I spit
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my
I the doc that I need a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in for syphilis
Put my L-P on Christmas wish list
You want to get high, here bitch just this
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight

I tried suicide and I'll try it again
That's why I songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody "I suck"
I go on in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All of y'all get the out now"
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm
I'm out of my gord
So I took a hammer and my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich short of a picnic
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine
like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you see a video for this shit
I'll be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight

Got bitches on my jock out in Detroit
they think I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I don't know he might be."
I told um me at Kid Rocks next concert
I'll be standin' by the Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started

Broke out I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the then ate it with a dipstick
Made a of crank calls collect
I wanna make on a fellas dub
And every rich rapper that I'm jealous of

So remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only to make your mom upset
Cum on everybody get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight