Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
Testing one, two, um,
This is my song, can you hear me?
Alright, my headphones up
My favorite color is red, the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head when he 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 more so
Shit I got blown 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 I'm absent minded
Wait, I I've lost my mind I can't find it
I freestylin' ever that I spit
'Cause I even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc that I a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in exchange for
Put my L-P on your Christmas wish
You want to get high, here bitch sniff this
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 tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight

I suicide once 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 it at everybody 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 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 just a sick, bastard
Just one sandwich short of a basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full 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 down
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

Got bitches on my jock out in Detroit
'Cause 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 next
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, out
Then I jetted to the weed house, 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
Made a couple of crank calls
I make songs on a fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper I'm jealous of

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