Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
one, two, um, twelve
This is my dance song, can you me?
Alright, my headphones up
My color is red, like the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my
Bought Lauren tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm even so
Shit I got blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe an orange robe
I'm in the row, signin' autographs at your show
I just remembered that I'm absent
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't it
I freestylin' ever that I spit
'Cause I don't remember the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need a change in
I gave a herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my L-P on your Christmas list
You want to get high, here just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
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
I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a sellout
And yell out loud "All of y'all get the out now"
Fuck rap, I'm it up y'all, I'm Sorry
I'm out of my gord
So I took a hammer and my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm a sick, sick bastard
Just one short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet of a full medicine cabinet
like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for shit
I'll be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
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 down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down

Got bitches on my jock out in East
they think I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I know he might be."
I told um meet me at Kid Rocks next
be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, out 'till I started bustin'

Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on
Crushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a
Made a couple of calls collect
I make songs on a fellas dub
And murder every rapper that I'm jealous of

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