Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

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

I tried suicide once and try it again
why I write songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my finger was stuck
And I was it at everybody screamin' "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a crowd
And yell out loud "All of get the hell 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 nailed my foot the the of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, sick
Just one sandwich short of a picnic
One Excedrin tablet short of a full cabinet
Fell like my head has shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for this
probably 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 down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down

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

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

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