Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley
I know this is risky thinking but I stick her like she's decals
But when murdering
Better pay attention to details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember
I said "I'm 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 this looks like,
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm here to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent me
Plus I feel somewhat for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public defender's jugular 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 for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin on me

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

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
I break in your basement
Under your play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I describe a murder scene
In a and be charged with first 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 like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was