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 afterlife I hope the AC
So while I wait well I'm a pass out and taste curve
And she with flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin' black skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back
I cracked a smirk 'cause I was dumb and
she gave wink and a smile and a quarter in my cup
man, people are kinda odd so I keep my raised
I only hear the words for what mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep across all these fine women
with low self esteem, you know I mean.
I've got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom
the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice
I've got to a decision of whether I live or die
I'd rather run 'cause either way it's one hell of a choice

my car is my own personal universe
she's my and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it 'cause I can feel the oil pressure up
over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the
shift existence, my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash my fate

now I'm giving back they gave me, not a damn thing
it'll take me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not
I can't seem to make up my bed, much my mind
so I'm a take puff 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!, 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, trade the in and gets some rice cakes
to my travels, running from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the harrasin the cattle
back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heat
diggin through a cooler of gruel, I'm for something to eat
yo, there's a Hardee's at the stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm craving to chase the taste 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 that? yo girl, you got kind of a voice. yo girl, what
yu get off work?)

90 towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy
your wives and your daughters when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines into the water, catchin goldfish out your
and I'm as cool as the cat that to school just 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 it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, going to the corner to get some eggs
so when she starts makin the I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must happened last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the money spent
how I'd rather live in a tent bust my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the
and I've to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware that the world is my

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