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 when he himself dead
all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauren Hill's so her kids could starve
You I was livid, now I'm even more so
Shit I got full AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange
I'm in the fourth row, autographs at your show
I just remembered that I'm minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I find it
I freestylin' ever verse that I
'Cause I don't even remember the to my shit
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
I a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my L-P on your Christmas list
You want to get high, here bitch just sniff
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

I tried once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs I die at the end
'Cause I give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody "I suck"
I go on stage in of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All of get the hell out now"
rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm Sorry
I'm bored out of my
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my
I guess I'm a sick, sick bastard
one sandwich short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine
Fell like my head has been shredded like and cabbage
And if you ever see a for this shit
I'll be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
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
Cum on everybody, get down

Got bitches on my out in East Detroit
they think I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I don't he might 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 couple of crank collect
I wanna songs on a fellas dub
And every rich rapper that I'm jealous of

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