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 dwells
I know is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But murdering females
pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better at least 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 gives a fuck, his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please
Her TV blares, can't hear the stairs
unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and 'em there

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

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 Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
Must go and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton that got dumped in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
Collectin' 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
I disassembled the body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November
I'm wanted for
Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me

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

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose
Just escaped the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in your
Under baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
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