Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having visions 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 details or you be derailed
Better at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking
She's unaware in no underwear, completely bare
Turns around and screams, I distinctly
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just here to
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

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

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

on the loose, they
Spotted me McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
make it no weirder, I'm naked
When I break in basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, adjacent
Facin' the door, patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be charged with degree
'Cause it happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

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