Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's
But murdering females
Better pay to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your
Be all up under her
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please
Her TV blares, can't hear the stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I distinctly
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the that I'm on
Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got in the pond
Second murder with no of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered this probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin on me

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
When I in your basement
Under your play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin'
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
Left on your in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be with first degree
'Cause it just happened to up perfectly
With the or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I what this looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed