Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So I am, trying 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 wait well I'm a pass out and taste curve
And she with flirts, smacked my nerves
that black skirt
Got my nature so it made my back hurt
I cracked a 'cause I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, are kinda odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I
and I do in God 'cause I keep comin across all these fine women
with low self esteem, you know I mean.
I've got attention deficet, got the bedroom eyes
I've the storms in my head, got my telephone voice
I've got to make a of whether I live or die
I'd just run 'cause either way it's one hell of a choice

my car is like my own personal
she's my drug and it only takes twelve 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
over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my on the brake
shift existence, my cigarette
and take it state to state until I into my fate

now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn
it'll me more 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 puff to my head, and press rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I rest my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my
doing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a
caught, spotted, and radared by a
style!, over the limit by forty miles
Watch me smile, I ain't been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, her thanks?, have a nice day
yo, word of advice, the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes
back to my travels, from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the harrasin the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the
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 the taste of this tequila

(uhh, yeah, you guys got value can you put some barbecue
sauce... I wanna honey bun. that shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. pork. word up. can you
supersize that? yo girl, you got 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 wives and your daughters when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat that came to school for lunch
I'm the rebel in the public pool, just for fun
my peace
I need release, and I don't think I'm a find it in your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get eggs
so she starts makin the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it have happened last week
sometimes I to think, for all the money 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 glad to pay the
and agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
just a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
voice, not even that the world is my oyster

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