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 color is red, the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head when he shot dead
Women all grabbin' at my
Lauren Hill's tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm more so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore
I got a with 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 I can't find it
I freestylin' ever verse I spit
I don't even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need a change in
I gave a girl herpes in exchange for
Put my L-P on your Christmas list
You want to get high, here bitch sniff this
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 tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down

I tried suicide once and try it again
That's why I write songs I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my finger was stuck
And I was waving it at screamin' "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a sellout
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 bored out of my
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my
I guess I'm just a sick, sick
Just one sandwich short of a basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a 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 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 down

Got bitches on my jock out in East
'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 next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch monster, peace out
I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started bustin'

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

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