Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Without A Cause

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

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

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

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

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

Up that ass for the nine
(Nine eight)
fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven on wax comin' correct
out you diss me punk, that's when I pull a strap out

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

Don't sleep, we deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred
We bust Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the shit we talked, all the shit we
I did it without you got a new team
No triple beams it seems like a
Bought two cribs, droptop and

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

a couple parrots that like to squawk
And sound like 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 love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't out
And there no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna all over you, test of time

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

Straight out of the streets of
Three high, ready 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, call me
Three foot nine 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 down with the

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

You to party, rock the party
We like to party, the party
You like to party, the party
Devil a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, uh, on, uh, uh, uh, uh