Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So here I am, to be the man, right?
Using my gun to see at night with my flashlight
In the afterlife I the AC works
So while I well I'm a pass out and taste this curve
And she attacked with flirts, my nerves
that black skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back
I a smirk 'cause I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a smile and a quarter in my cup
man, people are kinda odd so I keep my eyebrow
I only hear the words for what they mean, what I mean?
and I do believe in God 'cause I comin across all these fine women
with low self esteem, you know I mean.
I've got attention deficet, I've got the eyes
I've the in my head, I've got my telephone voice
I've got to make a decision of I live or die
I'd rather just run 'cause either way it's one hell of a

my car is like my own personal
she's my drug and it only twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my on the brake
shift existence, my cigarette
and it state to state until I crash into my fate

now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn
it'll take me than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I can't seem to up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take another puff to my head, and press
I wish this car had cruise control, so I could my legs
I've got itch to prove my soul, and test my fate
doing hunny in a five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a
Wisconsin style!, over the limit by forty
Watch me smile, 'cause I ain't been around for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some cakes
back to my travels, from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, drippin from the heat
diggin through a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for to eat
yo, a Hardee's at the next stop
wanna, but I need ta'
'cause I'm craving something to chase the of this tequila

(uhh, yeah, you guys got meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce... I wanna honey bun. change that shit. I want pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. pork. word up. can you
supersize yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
yu get off work?)

90 east Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I ever let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines into the water, goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as as the cat that came to school just for lunch
I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, for fun
my peace
I need release, and I think I'm a find it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the to get some eggs
so when she starts the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must have happened last
I stop to think, for all the money I've spent
how I'd rather live in a than bust my ass and pay the rent
but I'm to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to sing the blues ever the day I broke loose
just like a child walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware the world is my oyster

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