Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
one, two, um, twelve
This is my song, can you hear me?
Alright, my headphones up
My favorite color is red, like the shed
In Curt head when he shot himself dead
Women all at my shish-kabob
Bought 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 throat
I got a with an orange robe
I'm in the row, signin' autographs at your show
I just 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 the doc that I need a change in sickness
I gave a herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my L-P on Christmas wish list
You want to get high, bitch just sniff this
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
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
I don't 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 out loud "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 a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, sick
Just one sandwich short of a basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full cabinet
Fell like my head has been shredded 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 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

Got bitches on my jock out in Detroit
'Cause they 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 concert
I'll be standin' by the Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the house, smoked out 'till I started bustin'

Broke out then I dipped back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the then ate it with a dipstick
a couple of crank calls collect
I wanna songs on a fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm 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 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 tonight
Cum on get down 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
Cum on everybody, get down