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 stick her like decals
But murdering females
Better pay to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your
Be all up her fingernails
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 hear the stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely
Turns around and screams, I remember
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Steven trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know 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 just to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb blonde
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another toddler discovered this winter probably
I disassembled the body
Was covered up in the snow since the 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 looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose
Just escaped from the pen
For [edited] eight women who men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
When I break in basement
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be charged with degree
'Cause it happened to match up perfectly
With the or the Burger 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 just here to
How come shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed