Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's
But murdering females
Better pay to these details or you could be derailed
wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I don't he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky
Three personalities burstin' out of me, 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"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
just give 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 your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Woke up, it was dawn, knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs 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?
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 blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was covered up in the 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 I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain 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, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
escaped from the state pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
I break in your basement
Under baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your pillow in hopes, that you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be with first degree
'Cause it just to match up perfectly
With the or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see...

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