Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Bust My Chops

I'm sick and tired of you me names
I'm and tired of your childish games
I'm sick and tired of your brats
stupor and anxiety attacks

Picked up the magazine, I see your
You're nothin' boy, a waste
With the lamest on your back
You're happy, a hypochondriac

Don't my chops
Baby, don't bust my
Don't my chops
Baby, don't my chops, yeah

You're a queen and an alley cat
Too many keep a fat man fat
You're a pain in the ass, and on the loose
All I get you is your bad attitude

mouth, it's all I can bear
Get outta here bitch, you're nowhere
Always wearin' that cheap
I can always tell when you're in room

Don't my chops
Baby, don't bust my
Don't my chops
Baby, bust my chops, ah

Don't my chops
Baby, bust my chops
Don't bust my
Baby, don't bust my

Don't bust my
Baby, bust my chops
Don't bust my
Yeah, bust my chops, alright