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 I wait well I'm a pass out and taste this curve
And she attacked with flirts, my nerves
Wearin' black skirt
Got my nature so hard it my back hurt
I cracked a smirk 'cause I was dumb and
she wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are kinda odd so I keep my eyebrow
I only the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep across all these fine women
with low esteem, you know what I mean.
I've got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom
I've the storms in my head, I've got my voice
I've got to make a of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run 'cause either way it's one of a choice

my car is my own personal 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 leavin it 'cause I can feel the oil pressure up
turning over the of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the
shift existence, light my
and it state to state until I crash into my fate

now I'm giving back everything they me, not a damn thing
it'll me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I can't to make up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take another puff to my head, and rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I rest my legs
I've got this itch to my soul, and test my fate
doing in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a
Wisconsin style!, over the limit by miles
Watch me smile, 'cause I ain't been here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, have a 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 harrasin the
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the
diggin a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a at the next stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm craving something to chase the taste of this

(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put barbecue
sauce... I wanna honey bun. change shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. rings. extra pork. word up. can you
supersize yo girl, you got kind 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 passin 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 pissin in the public pool, just for fun
takin my
I release, and I don't think I'm a find it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, going to the corner to get some eggs
so she starts makin the coffee 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 live in a tent 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 the blues ever since the day I broke loose
just like a blindfolded child walking through the toy
voice, not even aware that the is my oyster

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