Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley
I know is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when murdering
Better pay attention to these or you could be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's bare
Turns around and screams, I remember
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

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

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

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
just give me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, like your college roommate
Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] eight women who men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
When I break in your
Under baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I could a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed