Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
Testing one, two, um,
is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my up
My favorite color is red, like the blood
In Curt Cobain's head when he shot dead
Women all grabbin' at my
Bought Lauren Hill's tape so her could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm even so
Shit I got blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange
I'm in the row, signin' 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 that I spit
'Cause I don't even remember the to my shit
I told the doc that I need a in sickness
I gave a girl in exchange for syphilis
Put my L-P on your Christmas list
You want to get high, here bitch just this
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
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 write songs I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at screamin' "I suck"
I go on stage in of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All of y'all get the 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, bastard
Just one sandwich short of a picnic
One Excedrin tablet short of a medicine cabinet
Fell like my head has shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a with my wrists slit
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 tonight

Got on my jock 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 know he be."
I told um meet me at Kid Rocks concert
I'll be by the Loch Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out I started bustin'

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

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