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 Christie dwells
I know this is thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But murdering females
pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least three layers of or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I don't he cares
He gives a fuck, his pinky swears
personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was
Think I'm becomin' a monster of the drugs that I'm on
Donald 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, it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler got dumped in the pond
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' articles, cuttin' out sections from it
too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then stuck him up in a
Another dismembered toddler discovered this probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
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
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase
Just escaped the state pen
For eight women who hate men
make it no weirder, I'm naked
When I in your basement
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while complacent
sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be charged first degree
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this looks like,
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 shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was