Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of drinking
And envisioning into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when females
pay attention 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 under her
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his 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 and screams, I remember distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In front of Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these 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

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew was wrong
I'm becomin' 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 Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my
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 dumb little
Girl, that motherfuckin' twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
Memory's too fucked to remember, temper
Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender
dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the month of oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

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

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