Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A.

Mr. Lector...
It's all the news right now, you couldn't have missed it...
Do you any idea what might have happened to him? Any Idea at all?
Everybody thinks you do. Not me, but lots of people do. me what happened.
He Died A Death!

(Chorus X2)
He have no head no more
He won't have no no more
I won't have to get fed no (he's D.O.A)
Give em enema then im a send an
10 of em is a I eat 10 of em
Tik tok on the clock takin out men (he's D.O.A)

I do it to get famous
Something the brain is aimless body where the stain is
be in the six fo a schitzo
Talkin language I may miss yo brain split
Imma commit the hit flo til the shit blow this two fo and bangin
Lay in the playpen with the
Put his brain in my apron then im
Staple his legs when I get the ok im I'm his legs when I get the dough pay im breakin his legs
Want an we breakin some eggs
Yup when the hit they fittin to pay
Smoking the bomblett they fittin to pass it or get the acid
Im bakin that ass quick rapin that ass quick rhyme sound I be takin the acid

(Chorus X2)

Maybe the reason so paranoid is bc you smoke so much fucking marijuana, wouldn't you think?

I don't know I just spit that shit I do coke (you do coke?)
I do hope u get shit quick cause spidey's broke (spideys broke?)
I do I got shit that rip that Chinese dope
I do low I got shit in me like tiny loke
I ain't active my 9 mm make niggas do flips
An ima get with em with minimum
ima just hit em with a lil gymnastics
My is plastic I beat the bastard I eat that ass quick for dinner
The winner get meet my masta and I don't hafta beat the bastard spit it the fastest
Mr. NASA ASAP gimme my cash is Mohammed Ali eatin they asses
Frizz was we'd be beatin they asses (Rest in Peace)
I leak molasses see me with 24 pairs of glasses
You aint the one who got goons
Shit bloody up rooms
that'll bloody up shoes
Hop the six poppin pistols
And I can get close to hit those
rock that those
you talk a good so walk a good walk
get up and go it's the Mr. Piston
the sickest this is gets ya kids quick
take em and em
this the sickness em and bake em

(Chorus X2)

Its quite obvious that ppl are addicted to sickness. They all seem to be emulating you. perhaps you should do something about it?

I just know niggas couldn't see me a telescope (telescope)
I just hope you tell em John comin so tell his Ho (Tell his Ho!)
Tell his ho I got big bitch so smell this dough
I mean sniff this coke its shit drips out his nose
I don't need this I carry a and I rip the cleavage
I em i bury em Im meetin em deep six marry the ball bearing when I grind the teeth grit
I prefer a deep imma be hidin behind em with a meat cleaver
Momma be cryin I fry em a heat-seeker
Prolly be tryin im comin with the eat deep
Peter Parker AKA Hanga Strangla
They may pray Brotha Lynch is her
After dead Lynch Hung is bangin guts (STRANGE!)
Aint no tamin us, we get ya brains and ya and bring em with us
Get a tat and it wit us
One thing we and bringin it up
My hang when I maim and aim at the guts
Nigga to the brain wrapped all up in one
Hot dog ass get wrapped in a bun
Tongue slit neck brains hangin with
The real is back so get it and run
get this shit and tat when I aim it it's done
Imma get shit and tat when I aim it it's done
Sickness get ya dick (Dick split)

(Chorus X 2)

I can't control my own mind my
Is so?
uncontrollable
Well just keep coming and we'll figure it all out
Thats all the I can give you
worry too much
That's all the answers I can you
Alright ill see you