Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And envisioning into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when murdering
Better pay attention to these or you could be derailed
Better 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 think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please just give me one
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?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent me
Plus I somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
murder with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then him up in a blender
dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your shirt is so
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college
Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I in your basement
Under your play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
Left on 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 with first
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

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