Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Without A Cause

You knew that I was coming you heard my name
But you don't my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my
And got scared you heard that I was coming with hits

Now don't trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's
People claimin that know me, but they only know a portion

I'm a mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are
And all you hoes

'Cause it's been a long comin'
But I finally like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn changed

No sell-out, I no hoe
Fuck the comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a of rage
Self made and and sawed off twelve gauges

Up ass for the nine eight
(Nine eight)
Never fake, shake, from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin'
Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I a strap out

And I get to buck, buck, bucking a fuck, fuck, fucking your
'Cause they know runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, your H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, pimpin''

sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, like queen bees

Strapped with A-K's straight from the
the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of boys pimpin' like the K I D
And it's all I got love for my honkeys

We roll thick kick ass like
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm platinum

I'm platinum
I'm platinum
going platinum
Devil a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil,

Yeah, we to party, so get down everybody
(Come on)
Yeah, we come to

I went from St. Claire Shores and specials at Winners
To New York and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record

The cool Kid's comin' up to you out
So up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime, baby to rot

Used to call me dummy when my nose was runny
Now my fuckin' gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
want to claim their down
But when I was and down I never seen them around

All the shit we talked, all the shit we
I did it you got a brand new team
No triple beams it like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop and

No more fluzzies, high class hoes
Couple when it and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my
And a hose made out of 24 karat

Bought a couple parrots that like to
And they sound you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't 'em, doc
too old to kid, too soft to rock

Already did what most love
Seven on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my
That I'm gonna stomp all over you, of time

I'm go
I'm go
I'm go
going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going
Uh, devil, on devil, uh, uh devil

out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, to get fly, Joe C
I'm the J O E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got game than Coleco

I'm a hoe, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten dick
The pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through

my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but as ass
me pass smoke some hash
You're raking while I'm raking cash

High-ass voice like Neville
And I'm with the devil

Say we to party, rock the party
We like to party, the party
We to party, rock the party
We to party, rock the party

You to party, rock the party
We like to party, the party
You to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm platinum
Uh, uh, on, uh, uh, uh, uh