Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

Ooh, listen to the way I your crew
Damage, damage, damage,

They cock them hammers, wave them
But that's that in of the camera drama
So when the cameras are attached to dollys, I them dali lama's
Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, me
You know what I am, murderer
When I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family
It's the of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr
This is what I have converted to do what I do is insanity
Pro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me
You dont figitty me yo
I won't tigitty you bro
Figgity cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope
Then I will ring your bell Avon
displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)
The (Oscar) winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)
Sworn to be cannon fodder for your slaughter daughters
Armor piercing tumblers more than napalm
Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun
For lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws
Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet worked with
My purpose bodies like safety nets at the circus

Ooh, to the way I slay your crew
Damage, damage, damage,

Nigga I will twist your liver Oliver (TWIST)
Scratch your name off my
See that was me thru a
What you just was a .44 caliber
Now you can fill in the
I will pillage town
Killing them Dillinger rounds
Nigga fill in the cause I'm willing to flip
See I'm sort of certified, I'm live
You would be mortified if I put on screen what I've seen
Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital
Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns
Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap
greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop
I hate, hate cops
why I laugh when you pull it
I'm and crass
I'm so elated when I see them on the news (you pigs!)
They flying the half mass
See there's no need for
When discussing the bullet's point of view

Ooh, listen to the way I slay your
Damage, damage, damage,