Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Brinkley dwells
I this 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
wear at least three 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 he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't hear the stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's bare
Turns around and screams, I distinctly
I said "I'm to do sink repairs"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this 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 your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs I'm on
Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck 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, 'cause it's incumbent me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no of it
newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public defender's jugular then him up in a blender
Another dismembered discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin 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 nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your shirt is so
a missing person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose
escaped from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
I break in your basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait
Facin' the door, remainin' while stayin' complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I 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 King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just 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