Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Without A Cause

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

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

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

'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 damn changed

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

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

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

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

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

We roll kick ass like donkeys
Anybody with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
without a cause, I'm going platinum

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

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

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

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

Used to me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to their down
But when I was broke and down I seen them around

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

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

a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they 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 most love shout
Seven years on wax and I ain't sold out
And there ain't no in my mind
I'm gonna stomp 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 of Taylor
foot high, ready 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 freak hoe, me sick
Three foot with a ten foot dick
The pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind a bum through wine

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

voice like Aaron Neville
And I'm with the devil

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

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