Luyện nghe bài hát Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot)

He he'd be here at seven
The clock just hit
It's too outside
To for my ride
Watching try out a new doo (Bruins)

He said he'd be here at
But it hit 7:35 (already?)
in Brockton, Mass.,
I got my in my ass
combing up a big beehive (Celtics)

Where the is he?
Where the is he?

The bitch doesn't even calling
though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling kinda
Mama's fancy
Slicking back a wet (Red Sox)

He said be here at seven
It's in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me lookin' a sap
In a knit cap
Mama's move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

Where the is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude)
Where the fuck is he? (I couldn't my fuckin' snowboots, pal)
I wish I had a car (Huge, hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

stupid little punk
He's fuckin' drunk
I bet he a case
Wanna pop him in the face now
eyebrow

Wicked
Wicked (Oh, GOD)
Wicked
good (Fuck yeah)
Wicked
good (Pisser?)

Well my friend is still a
And I'm getting' fucking (Why?)
'Cause I could've with Charlie
In the of his Harley
Mama's on the phone a stylist (Fuck Charlie!)

So I guess I going out tonight
'Cause the say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
one perm later
Mama's sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

the fuck