Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when females
Better pay attention to these or you could be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get because your DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities 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 distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

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

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
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 incumbent upon me
I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler got dumped in the pond
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I know 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

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

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