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 color is red, like the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head he shot himself dead
all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauren Hill's tape so her could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm even so
Shit I got full AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange
I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at show
I just that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I find it
I freestylin' ever verse I spit
'Cause I don't even remember the to my shit
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 to get high, here bitch just sniff this
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
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight

I suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write where I die at the end
I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger 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 y'all get the 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 the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, bastard
Just one short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet of a full medicine cabinet
Fell my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for this
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 tonight

Got bitches on my jock out in Detroit
'Cause they think I'm a 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 Rocks next
I'll be standin' by the Loch monster, peace out
I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started bustin'

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

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