Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So I am, trying to be the man, right?
Using my gun to see at night sleeping with my
In the I hope the AC works
So I wait well I'm a pass out and taste this curve
And she attacked flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin' that black
Got my nature so hard it my back hurt
I cracked a smirk 'cause I was and drunk
she gave wink and a and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know I mean?
and I do believe in God I keep 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 storms in my head, got my telephone voice
I've got to a decision of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run 'cause way it's one hell of a choice

my car is like my own universe
she's my drug and it only takes bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for
so I'm it 'cause I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the
shift existence, light my
and take it state to state I crash into my fate

now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a thing
take me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I seem to make up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take another to my head, and press rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I could my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my
hunny in a sixty 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 here for a long while
grabbed my paper, her thanks?, have a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice
back to my travels, from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn the cattle
back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heat
diggin a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, a Hardee's at the next stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm something to chase the taste of this tequila

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

90 towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't ever let em me, and I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters when I'm through the
hometown, castin lines the water, catchin 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 pool, just for fun
takin my
I need release, and I don't think I'm a it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get some
so when she starts makin the coffee I toss my bags in the seat
and I can remember it all like it must have last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the I've spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to the blues ever since the day I broke loose
like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
voice, not aware that the world is my oyster

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