Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of drinking
And envisioning into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like decals
But when females
Better pay to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I these 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 certain I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was
Think I'm becomin' a 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the
But dog, how the fuck is Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
Must go above and beyond, it's incumbent upon me
I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections it
Memory's too fucked to remember, temper
Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered discovered this winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the since the month of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please give me one minute
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just here to
How come your is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase
escaped from the state pen
For eight 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, patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on pillow in hopes, that when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder
In a verse and be charged with first
'Cause it just happened to match up
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

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