Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

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

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I know these words are so
But I'm just to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Woke up, it was dawn, knew somethin' was wrong
I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out from it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered winter probably
'Cause I the body
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 this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know these words are so
But I'm here to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
escaped from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
I break in your basement
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin'
Blatant sexual implications are to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged first degree
'Cause it just happened to match up
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know this looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I know these 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 almost certain I was