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 is red, like the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head when he himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my
Bought Lauren tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm more so
I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange
I'm in the row, signin' autographs at your show
I remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean lost my mind I can't find it
I freestylin' ever verse that I
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my
I told the doc that I need a change in
I gave a girl herpes in for syphilis
Put my L-P on your wish list
You want to get high, here bitch just this
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
Cum on everybody, get tonight

I suicide once 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 it at everybody screamin' "I suck"
I go on stage in of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All of 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 the the floorboard of my Ford
I I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich of a picnic basket
One tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
Fell like my head has been like lettuce and cabbage
And if you see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists
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 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 Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I don't know he be."
I told um me at Kid Rocks next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started

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

So just when I bomb your set
Yo, I cuss to make your mom upset
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 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