Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Freestyle

You can't it if I stop you I can
Here jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and I'll place ya
Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass a broom
And a baseball bat, for the reaches
Swing for the hi-ho bitches
Cut my toenail, in stitches, we bleed
We to call pants britches!

Ha oh no! yes yo no mr. homo
All right let's settle down it's for class and mr. robins brown
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! it's about you busted a nut!
'bout you let go, bout time
You out retarded people are slow
But there's more to cause they can't hide their true feelings
True stealing I'm all for you
Can you feel my card hand I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one you might stumble that
of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you
There no repair you might end up make you bleed
You ain't movin, chrsitopher oh no! oh no!

Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I been
I'm still the betta best that there ever been
And then I pissed down my I tried to row a boat
I tried to see gee float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs and right up his ass
Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to
To sure he was...(fade out)