Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
Testing one, two, um,
This is my song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my up
My favorite is red, like the blood 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 even so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore
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' verse that I spit
'Cause I don't even the words to my shit
I told the doc that I a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in for syphilis
Put my L-P on your Christmas list
You want to get high, here just sniff this
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 down
Cum on everybody, get down

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 middle was stuck
And I was waving it at screamin' "I suck"
I go on in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out "All of y'all get the hell 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 nailed my foot the the floorboard of my
I guess I'm just a sick, bastard
Just one short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine
Fell like my head has been shredded like lettuce and
And if you ever see a video for this
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy my wrists slit
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 down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down

Got bitches on my jock out in East
'Cause 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 meet me at Kid Rocks next
I'll be standin' by the Ness monster, peace out
I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started bustin'

Broke out then I dipped back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol 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 just when I bomb your set
Yo, I only to make 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 down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
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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
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight