Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Without A Cause

You that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you my lips
And got when you heard that I was coming with hits

Now even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my distortin'
People that they know me, but they only know a portion

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

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

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

Up that ass for the nine
(Nine eight)
fake, shake, straight 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, a fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes
'Cause they know runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
model, your motherfucking H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, pimpin''

Don't sleep, we roll in a Lincoln
Four on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog
We float like butterflies, sting queen bees

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

We thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil a cause, I'm going platinum

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

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

I went St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New City and 700 dollar dinners
hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' respect from top record exec's

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm go
I'm go
I'm go
We're going
Devil a cause, I'm going platinum
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 more game Coleco

I'm a freak hoe, me sick
foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a hick
And rake through kind like a bum wine

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

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

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

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