Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

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

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just me one minute
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?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is 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 responsible for the little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, out sections from it
too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered this probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
Them son of a probably just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase
escaped from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
When I in your basement
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin'
sexual implications are continuin' 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 to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with degree
'Cause it just to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I know these words are so
But I'm here to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed