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 this is risky thinking but I wanna her like she's decals
But murdering females
Better pay attention to these details or you be derailed
Better wear at least layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely
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 like, officers
Please just me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
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 that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka 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 dumb little
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got in the pond
murder with 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 dismembered toddler discovered winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
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 what this like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

on the loose, they
Spotted me McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in basement
Under your play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that 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 happened to match up
the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see...

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